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[soullessjack]

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[chantsdemarins]

Special Edition Chapter:

Where does Heartbreak get Stored if Not in your Quantum Drive? (Loki X Reader)

🌙A High Moon Story

(Don’t forget to enjoy the new art included as a bonus!)

Okay, so this is entirely out of order, but the sentiment felt suitable for Valentine's Day. High Moon chapters will be back soon and in logical progression!

Although I hope this gives you an idea of where the plot will go. Thank you so much for hanging in here with me! This is lovingly inspired by and created for @muddyorbsblr and their 14 days Valentine’s Day collection!

(This is mostly tame, with a little angsty heat 🔥)

Maybe these folks might reading? @lokisgoodgirl @lovelysizzlingbluebird @goblingirlsarah @vickie5446 @peaches1958 @lokixryss @eleniblue @simplyholll @sarahscribblesles @sarawr-reads @jennyggggrr @ijuststareatstuffhereok89eok89 @mischief2sarawr @fictive-sl0th @thomase1 @inthesofa @huntress-artemisss @michelleleewise @gigglingtigger @kikster606 @xorpsbane @skymoonandstardust @coldnique @mochie85

+Please let me know if you’d like to be tagged if I’ve forgotten you (my ADHD is for shit with tags!!)

“And how should we behave during this Apocalypse? We should be unusually kind to one another, certainly. But we should also stop being so serious. Jokes help a lot. And get a dog if you don’t already have one.”

-Kurt Vonnegut-The Idea Killers, 1984

Former: Big Sur, California Current: Sechanaha

He had found you. Maybe not you exactly, but the replicant living out your life’s work in a pocket of time he finally found the correct coordinates to. If you didn’t have the answers, then Loki couldn’t imagine anyone else would.

You were the reason after all he was suspended in this quantum emotion enabled semi-alive-semi-dead-memory of his former majestic, fantastic superiorly intelligent true-ruler-of-the-nine realms self. You could end his misery, you could “pull the plug” or perhaps, it was more like “send the file” (old human terms from the era the AI technology was invented). You could help him finally reach Valhalla. While Thor and Odin were never his favorites (or so his quantum memory told him) with all he was, he knew he belonged there with them.

As Loki walked closer to your home, his CPU field read through the history of “El Grande Sur” which became “Big Sur”. At some point, the Esalen bots changed it back to the name it had 1,000’s of years before the many shades of “white visitors” with their re-naming ways got ahold of it- “Sechanaha” would be its last and final name. He pondered the way a land was taken over by humans and renamed, owned and seemingly a new course set in motion. It felt much like what had happened to him.

Maybe this was some algorithm of the universe. Some inevitably. Conquer with superior technology, rename (or in Loki’s case, keep his name, memories and emotions but force him to live forever without the people he assumes he once loved) and then make amends. Loki assumed apologies were also part of the algorithm. He expected you to give him a lengthy, extravagant apology.

He would use his newly activated post-AI seiðr to conjure a dagger, point it precisely at your replicant heart processing unit and wait patiently until you said you were sorry and meant it.

Although in all his confidence of his mission he knew he looked beleaguered. The curves of the California coastline had worn his Asgardian leather boots to the quick. His hair was a mess. He hated the fact that even as an AI he cared about what people thought of him. Truly why did he care if you thought he looked terrible? You were the reason he was so miserable. The ridiculousness of his CPU and the delicate sensibilities of his quantum processor were laughable if it wasn’t him going through this crap every day.

Nevertheless-he tried to straighten up his royal prince-without-a-kingdom finery, and be prepared just in case your model had a fight mode programmed somewhere in you (although extremely unlikely you did-as replicant models tend to align with the source material and as far as Loki could tell when reading about you, you had trouble with even killing flies, you had shooed them out the windows of your life).

When Loki arrived at your cedar planked cliff side house, he was seized with the inability to knock or just open the damn door. If he was capable of being nervous maybe, he was. You got so few visitors these days, you lived and worked in a perpetual quiet. Although your quantum dog species approximation field unit companion heard him coming and lit up with his usual alert incandescence.

You were in the middle of taking a long-deserved break from your latest invention and since the lab and your home was so far from the company headquarters in Seoul, you could at times take a load off. Of course, your source human had already created the invention you were re-creating in your coastal lab, but in this time pocket, as a replicant you methodically repeated the past with sincerity and every aberration-every iterative that occurred was recorded-if the past could indeed be changed, the labs in the other time pockets were interested to know.

You had just put a pie in the antique oven your home was equipped with. Although you never ate the things you baked, since you were not a human, you had no way to consume material matter, but you liked to imagine the human you once were eating pie and such things as pan du chocolate, whatever that could be. The memory fields you had access to recorded great joy associated with that particular pastry. You sighed to yourself when you realized someone was at your door. There was no way to recall if anyone had come to your door this century, so you were unsure what to do next. Your quantum dog field unit materialized alongside you as you approached the door, a small comfort.His lick and his bark contained molecular level particles that could adhere to any surface and launch 5th generation nano tech into the matter that was a threat. You glanced down at your dog unit, hoping he understood what to do. The lab in Seoul surely wouldn’t come by unannounced.

You continued to imagine who this possibly could be.

One more knock and the door flung open leaving Loki’s hand motioning mid-air barely missing your face. Quantum unit bristled and lunged forward, you had just enough time to perform the Ba Duan Jin and cease the unit’s actions, luckily it worked, and he stopped short of licking Loki’s other hand. Your face grimaced at the thought had he been successful.

“That’s one way to say hello I guess,” you said finally, staring at the tall stranger in tight head to toe leather.

Loki shifted in his dilapidated boots.

“If you don’t mind sending off your friend there, I’ve come to see Y/N, are you her?”

You shifted in your house slippers, unsure how to answer the ominous looking man.

“Who is asking, I am sure you recognize we don’t get many guests around here.”

Loki took a moment to look around, his surroundings were beyond remote. Where there was once a highway as they were called-it was now a coastal river flowing alongside the crashing Pacific Ocean. There were other houses, but they looked kilometers away and hidden underneath the treelined ridges of cedar. The whole area seemed long abandoned. It was hard to believe the area was Midgard’s premiere Artificial Intelligence lab, but it was-or at least he hoped it still was.

“I don’t imagine you do,” he finally said.

“I’m Loki of Asgard. Or at least I was.”

You looked at him intently, his name rumbling just under your breath. Loki of Asgard.

“Name doesn’t ring a bell. Should I know you?”

Loki looked slightly disappointed, but then found his footing. He was ready to conjure his blades and start the process of his forced apology protocol that he’d been imagining since he finally found you in this pocket universe, but you had that quantum field unit dog approximation, and Loki knew just how dangerous their bark or lick could be.

He’d seen a vista vision replicant melt down instantly back on the Sakaar pocket universe, it was disgusting. The bots charged with cleaning it up were covered in the gelatinous goo and their poor quantum motors exploded. Brief puffs of smoke clouded the main room where Loki witnessed the dreadful event, all beings present that day couldn’t stop coughing for hours. He wasn’t about to do anything that would risk him becoming a sentient gelatinous ball of goo stored on some middle-aged Midgardian scientists’ shelf for eternity. No thank you.

So, he chose his words carefully and plotted his next actions with keen resolve. His charm mode was still active even though he’d had little use for it over the last how many centuries. Living amongst non-emotional entities, he’d had little use for any of his old Norse god programming. Charms, charisma-even his good looks were of little consequence most of the time.

All the beings seemed blind without their emotions. It was a milquetoast world of binary interactions, except for the occasional display of randomness where he might get to use some of his exquisite vocabulary on a service bot and they might just say something cheeky back, but it was usually in reference to crossword puzzles.

You seemed close enough to a service bot in Loki’s approximation, so perhaps some higher range vocabulary repartee would warrant a peaceful invite inside your seemingly cozy abode.

You stood unmoving even if you’d dispatched quantum dog unit to the couch, you weren’t convinced this Loki was friendly.

“My dear, I smell something delicious coming from your kitchen!”

You looked behind you quickly before replying.

“Yes, I just put a pie in the oven.”

“Oh pie!” Loki’s smile was so big he was slightly afraid his proxy coating might snap. He continued.

“You know pie is a deceptively simple dessert, I know it seems quotidian, but the true baker knows that a real pie is a work of art, and the baker should be lauded as both pastry debonair and artist. I am myself a pie auteur and artist. I love watching people bake and I excel at baking myself. If you’d give me a chance, I’m sure we could have a great afternoon baking an assortment of pies!”

You let him prattle on but the more he talked the closer your hand moved to slamming the door in his face. You didn’t know the concept ‘fishy’ but somehow that word appeared in your programming stream.

He might have noticed how the door moved a few centimeters as you rearranged your hand just in case you needed to levy your motion in a fast swoop. His speech programming began to speed up.

“I appreciate making all kinds of pies-savory, sweet-unique varieties like bacon and maple.”

“Bacon?” you said, quizzically.

Loki might have been caught. He’d pulled that word out of his quantum CPU ass so to speak, he had no clue what bacon was. He paused for a moment and tried to go on.

“Oh yes, if you don’t know what that ingredient is, please don’t feel affronted, not everyone knows it, but if you know, you know-as they say.”

“Who is ‘they’?” you pondered out loud. What the hell was he talking about? You had to say something, this man had about 30 seconds left before you rallied your quantum approximation off the couch.

You leaned in a little closer before continuing to speak.

“Let me get this straight, you came all the way out to this pocket universe and just on the off chance I was baking a pie, something you happen to be an expert in baking and eating?”

Loki looked around a little bit, another enormous smile formed on his face, and he continued his pie rhetoric.

“Absolutely, yes, that is exactly why I am here to see you today! Isn’t it marvelous?”

That was it. You didn’t call the approximation off the couch, but you flung the heavy cedar door closed so fast Loki’s nose was almost clipped. You should have gone back to the kitchen, checked on the damn pie or made your way back to the lab to clear your mind of the stranger but you couldn’t. You stood frozen on the other side of the door staring at it. Impressive wood grain, you’d never taken the time to look before.

Loki was also similarly frozen.

It seems that in this pocket universe there were rules of communication he just didn’t understand. But it was you. He knew it, and he had to talk to you. You had created him, and you could destroy him. Another smile threatened to break his proxy skin, he thought to himself, she makes replicant augmented beings and pie. Wow.

He was impressed at your skill set, and a little star struck if he were able to be honest at all. He expected himself to be mad. He expected to immediately rush into his forced apology protocol with you, but he couldn’t.

After what felt like hours outside the door, his sensors detected a richer approximation of apple pie wafting out of the cracks in the old house. If he had a stomach, it would be growling. He decided to speak again, just to see if you might still be on the other side of the door.

“Are you still there by chance?” his words were decidedly softer.

You didn’t know what to say. Maybe? You steeled yourself and went through nearly all the programming you could, until you decided to go off script, you could-it was an ancient program, but you could enable it. You shifted again, and you could feel a surge of confidence running through your CPU clouds. You took a chance.

“I am. What do you really want? It can’t be to sample my baking.”

“Well, if you let me in, I would be delighted to sample some of your handy work, but yes, what you suspect is true, I have other business.”

Loki looked at his large hands, he was fiddling with them. He had been so angry for so long. He’d been prepared to unleash it all on you, but now he just couldn’t. His impulse ions were directing him to sit down in your kitchen and let you feed him and make him some tea.

The memory of eating, the memory of tea pulsed through his quantum RAM clouds, he felt lightheaded, if that was possible. He’d never experienced that feeling ‘lightheaded’ but he knew it conceptually. He could hear bird proxy’s singing-and the ocean breeze was dancing against his face. Then everything went blank. It was the most pleasant feeling.

You heard the thump. It sounded like one of the rocks from the ridge came tumbling down and hit your front door. You jumped back and then panicked. If that was an impulse, you could replicate. Before any more programming could inhibit you, your hands opened the door and Loki’s body slumped onto your slippered feet.

“Oh no,” your voice was shaky as you immediately grabbed him by the collar of his leather jacket and pulled him inside your house.

“That’s one way to get inside I guess,” you said out loud as you dragged him into the living room.

The approximation field unit dog jumped off the couch and used his canine Ba Duan Jin to assist you. You raced into the kitchen with no idea how you would revive him. You weren’t even sure what he was. A fear came through you that he might be human. Or some other replicant model that was not in use anymore. Something was out of place, and it wasn’t you.

You were right where you should be, in your lab, completing your augmented being protocol in this pocket universe, checking for time aberrations that the lab in Seoul was recording.

You were a not the human who created the augmented being protocol, you were her approximation. This man was likely that too. You kneeled next to him and fought the urge to push the stray strands of black hair from his handsome face. He was handsome, some part of your programming understood that even if was a very odd concept and one you had no idea at all what to do with.

When Loki woke up, he all but swore he’d finally made it to his beloved Valhalla. Who knew there was pie in Valhalla. His sensors were firing double time with a memory laden onslaught that was now engulfing him.

His vision field was blurred and when he saw you, he could see your golden wings, you were the Valkyrie that took him home. He felt you beside him and he wondered if you’d also go to bed with him-even though you had no idea what that was, the vision of himself naked without his leather finery and you naked in just your golden wings burned through his CPU at rapid speed. He spoke finally with gravel in his voice.

“Valkyrie thank you for finally bringing me home, would you allow me to kiss you as a show of my gratitude?”

The words rattled from his mouth, but they were drifting and soft, their tone had an unusual register that you could not discern.

“Valkyrie,” you said out loud to yourself or maybe to the approximation field unit who was eagerly at your side.

“Kiss? What?” words stumbled from your mouth this time purposely at the slowly waking Loki.

What was this being talking about. It couldn’t be possible.

He couldn’t be a Norse god, but you knew exactly who they Valkyrie were, even if it was arcane to know so. You had the entire history of Midgard religions stored in your CPU, like all beings on the planet in this era.

Even though it was the responsibility of other historian bots to keep this wisdom and use it for the new rituals, you at least knew of it, and you knew of Valkyries and Valhalla, yet it was a concept so foreign to process, your own timeline felt dented by it.

You placed your hand on his shoulder and tried to rouse him further. You knew what kissing was too, but you couldn’t process it further, even though you were programmed with less fear than your human approximation had, something still flashed through you that threatened to shut your CPU down as well. You had to keep alert. You had to focus.

“Loki,” you said, in an equally quiet voice, you wanted to speak plainly to him. He deserved that much, he must have come from quite a distance to reach you.

“Sorry to say, I’m no Valkyrie.”

“I’m a replicant bot here mirroring the invention of augmented being technology, something that happened so long ago no one truly cares about it except the history bots and the ritual bots. I don’t even know if there is even a lab monitoring anything anymore.”

You hoped there was, you’d hate to think all your work was for nothing, but so many centuries on your own would lead one to make some assumptions. Loki’s eyes slowly opened. He must have heard you.

“Loki are you…on….?” You spoke.

Was that the right word? You didn’t know if gods could turn on or off, or if they just had a perpetual energy source like the Midgard sun to keep them running in a timeless swirl. Loki was indeed ‘on’-but he also didn’t want to give anything away. He’d made it inside apparently. He realized he wasn’t in Valhalla-he was on a couch. A rather uncomfortable one at that.

“I see,” he whispered.

Loki remembered his ‘dream’ he was having, he remembered the idea of kissing, the idea of being in your bed, with you. A flush coursed through him and his eyes opened widely. He turned his head and placed his hands down across where his pleasure unit had been installed, at the middle of his body. Something sure had woken up along with him! In all his years as an augmented being it had been few and far between that he used his pleasure unit, all the bots in his pocket universe just liked to drink fizzy fixer drinks and talk about the politics of the day, but somewhere in the deepest parts of his programming he remembered something about his former self.

He remembered passion, he remembered bedding women and men, he remembered them crying in pleasure as he put what he once called his ‘cock’ inside them. He knew there were rituals he’d participated in on Midgard, he’d even loved-or he thought possibly he had. A torrent of knowing descended upon him but he still maintained his cool, while his pleasure unit simmered down. Although if he didn’t stop thinking about the so called past, his pleasure unit would never recalibrate back into idle mode. He looked at you carefully. You were stunned once again. You’d been struggling with the idea of a god laying on your couch, but a god with a pleasure unit was something you simply could not make sense of.

Loki looked down at his hands, still covering his ‘cock’, and he flushed again, or something like that at least.

“Oh dear, I am truly sorry. I must have been dreaming,” words rolled from his lips while you still sat staring.

“You dream?” you said, attempting to make the conversation about some of the other truly anomalous things happening all at once.

“Dreams were the domain of the human, we don’t really…I mean…I don’t…but what are you Loki?”

“I do dream Y/N,” he said, sitting up unceremoniously.

“You do?”

You were feeling weak. Something in your program felt like you should eat, even though replicant bots did not eat. It was like an ancient file had burst open and a million synaptic waves were flooding your usual programming. You turned to Loki and found more words.

“We should eat, let me cut us some of the pie, it’s cold by now but it’s probably still good.”

You dashed into the kitchen and pried the pie pan from the oven rack, you dipped your finger sensor into the middle, sure enough it was icy, but no matter. You hastily opened the cabinets searching for something you knew was a plate, something you put pie on, for all the pies you’d baked why in the world did you have no plates?

Worse you opened the drawers and found you had no forks either. Surely the human you used to be left something, you opened every drawer and every cabinet, dust flying in all directions. You stood on the old, cracked foot stool and ran your hands across the top cabinet shelf distributing more dust into the atmosphere, when you felt it. A ting against your sensors, you wrapped your fingers around it, and sure enough there was something there.

“Got something!” you nervously called back to Loki who was still sitting in a little daze himself.

Looking at the pairs of wooden sticks in your hand, you couldn’t be sure, but maybe they were used for food? You held them up to Loki, waving them in the air.

“Look familiar to you at all?”

He squinted his blue eyes and looked closer.

“Ah, those are chopsticks and yes you do use those for food consumption,” Loki said expertly.

“Oh wonderful, phew,” you said with more energy pulsing through the vines of circuits under your proxy skin.

You sat down next to Loki on the couch-pie and chopsticks in your right hand, scooting aside the approximation field unit dog with your left-causing a small approximation yip from him.

“Oh, this looks absolutely delicious, thank you so much Y/N, I feel unworthy for you to share your baking with me, I just descended upon you like this unannounced,” Loki sheepishly laughed.

Lucky (or unlucky) for you both, there were two sets of chopsticks. You took yours out of the wrapper and so did Loki, seemingly following your lead.

The approximation dog was on the port side the couch, you, the pie, and Loki making up the starboard. It was a humorous conglomeration of entities, huddled together.

“Guests first,” you said pushing the pie pan towards Loki.

Loki smiled and deftly wielded one of the chopsticks into the center of the pan in a slaying fashion, much like he had practiced doing to you with one of his blades when he enacted his forced apology protocol.

“Ah, there we go,” Loki said looking proudly at you.

Having no real idea what to do, if he was right or wrong-you simply followed suit, you took one of your chopsticks and duplicated his firm stroke placing your chopstick full hilt into the pie alongside his.

“Lovely! Seems we did it, don’t you think?” Loki looked confidently in your direction.

You were deep in your programming for a while before you spoke again.

“Loki, you don’t eat, do you?”

Loki looked down at his boots and up again at you.

“No. You don’t either do you?”

“No,” you said in an echo of his sentiment.

There was something sad, or what your programming was telling you was sad. Loki looked sad. He was slow to speak next.

“I remember the god I was used to eat though-I remember loving food. I remember loving lots of things.”

Loki’s programming temporally drifted once again to kissing, to bedding women. He looked at you and thought if he couldn’t eat anymore, he could try kissing. He could still do that he thought.

He hadn’t expected any of this programming. He’d come to ask you to turn him off permanently, but now all he wanted to do was kiss you. Loki hadn’t even had the chance to ask you for your help. Explain Valhalla to you. He felt the darkness springing through his CPU, he was likely shorting out again, or near to it. He tried to steady himself, clear his programming to silence mode, but it didn’t work.

You noticed how unsteady he looked, and you placed your hands on him, which in turn only seemed to make him grow more unsteady. Perhaps he was dying finally. Perhaps this was what the norns had designed in their infinite timeless wisdom. He was going to get to Valhalla after all if this replicant being would just kiss him, or maybe he should kiss you? He couldn’t remember how kisses worked and it frustrated him to no end.

“I want to kiss you,” Loki finally just came out with it.

“WHAT,” you countered.

“Do you know what a kiss is?”

He sounded ridiculous by any standard in any universe pocket or otherwise, his former god self was in disgust at the vulnerable desperation his CPU quantum drive was producing. You did know what kissing was, you thought. You closed your eyes and remained in quiet mode.

Loki focused himself, feeling the drift of blankness near-he acted quickly by taking your head in his hands and placing his lips on yours in one swift motion much like he did with the chopstick in the pie. Your eyes instinctually remained closed, and you felt your programming do something extraordinary. You kissed him back. Deeply, passionately, awkwardly, and full of memory of your former human life. It was like the act of kissing unlocked more of your human’s life and more of the secrets of humanity in general. Kissing was a prelude, an invitation. It was used when you ran out of words. You pulled away from Loki and opened your eyes but his eyes remained closed.

What in the world was next?

#loki laufeyson #loki series #loki fandom #loki fanfiction #loki fanart #loki fanfic #artificial intelligence #ai tales #norse gods #norse mythology #loki edit #mcu loki #MCU #Loki fanart #Loki fanart edit #loki fluff #tom hiddleston #thor

[buzzyglovehorn-enthusiast]

Got tagged by @parttimereptile and @to-catfish-a-bottleman a few days ago for this ask game, thanks.

Why did you choose your URL?

I used to play french horn. At the end of every year for my high school band, usually the older kids would come up with awards for everyone involved and I believe when I was in grade nine @to-catfish-a-bottleman crowned me the buzzy glovehorn enthusiast. Because you know. To play french horn you put your hand in the buzzy horn like a glove.

Any side blogs?

Yes I have one, it started as just the blog where I'd put stuff if I was like. Sad or felt like I was posting too much here and now it's still those things but to a lesser degree, with the addition of things I'm reblogging to save and I'll actually be able to find them later because of how infrequently I post there. It's funny because I've never explicitly told anyone the URL and my mutuals keep finding it by accident and it's kind of like a game for me to see how many of you have actually found it.

How long have you been on tumblr?

Yikes I'm not sure, I think this blog has been around since like 2017 but I definitely had one before that where I made one Harry Potter post and then lurked for the rest of it's existence. No interaction with anything. That was weird and I genuinely have no idea what the URL was.

Do you have a queue tag?

Definitely not I hardly queue anything except for things with my birthday in them (tagged it's my birthday, so I guess that could count) and that one post for the ides of March. Anything else you get the pleasure of seeing them whenever I decide that I am logged the fuck on, and that's your problem <3

Why did you start your blog in the first place?

Why do I do anything. Honestly I don't remember starting this blog so I don't know. It just popped into existence one day and here I am.

Why did you choose your profile picture?

I used to have plastic dinosaurs all stuck to my walls. I didn't have a pfp so I took the shittiest resolution picture known to man of one of them and bam. There's the iconic dinosaur you know and love today.

Why did you choose your header?

I went to a con with @to-catfish-a-bottleman and we saw a bunch of skeletons playing risk. Iconic. Blog worthy. I couldn't resist putting them on there and they're probably here to stay because I'm resistant to change.

What's your post with the most notes?

Not sure specifically, but some of my greatest hits include Problem Pasta, the restaurant that only played songs from the Gnomeo and Juliet (2011) soundtrack, rocks are good for holding, there's a fine line between too much outfit and not enough outfit and I'm gay so I have no idea where it is, etc. Most of the ones that get any traction tap out around 20-25 notes and I'm fine with that, considering the way that I embody the meme that's like "heartbreaking: man thought 2 or 3 note post was really more of a 5 or 6 note post".

How many mutuals do you have?

Kind of a lot, actually. I don't know what the actual number is but I. Am addicted to making friends. Thanks

How many followers do you have?

102, but it feels like every day I meet another ass bot so not actually 102. A large number of them are blocked. 9 on my other blog but 4 of those are blocked too. To everyone who can read this: thank you for not being a bot/sending me unsolicited dicks. I really appreciate it.

Have you ever made a shitpost?

Define shitpost. Most of my posts are shit posts, but in the kind of fandom sphere I've made a bunch for different books I've read and immediately forgotten that will, not often, but occasionally get notes.

How often do you use tumblr each day?

It varies. I haven't really been active lately (hey, I'm still alive!) but when I am, I do end up on here for hours at a time. Often.

Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog once? Did you win?

I don't think so, I don't like discourse or arguments.

How do you feel about "you need to reblog this" posts?

I hate them. If it's reblog bait it will be ignored, I promise.

Do you like tag/ask games?

I do, and fun fact about me before I moved rooms I had my bed up against the wall and I'd write the questions on it in pencil so I'd remember what I was responding to.

Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

Babe I don't know. If they're on my dash they're on my dash. We're all just distant acquaintances waving at each other, sometimes rapidly cycling through various disguises and telling me So Much about things I know nothing about. I don't know who half of you are anymore. That's fine.

Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Yeah I'm actually pretty into @to-catfish-a-bottleman . Nobody tell my girlfriend

Thanks guys, hope you feel like we're best friends now. Feel free to say I tagged you in this if you want to do it.

#in case its unclear. theyre the gf #its been a few days since i got tagged to do this #thats fine though #ask game

[namfine]

Payment in Full

⫸ pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

⫸ word count: 3k

⫸ summary: After rescuing a strange man from being attacked by Robo-bots, the price you demand as payment is one he is all too eager to pay.  

⫸ tags: 18+, smut, choking, spanking, deep throating, pounding, oral sex (fem and male receiving), foreplay, safe sex, rough sex, one night stand, light dirty talk

⫸ a/n: Whattup, Admin Zesty here! For my first post I wanted to delve into one of my favorite aesthetics with one of my favorite people~ I hope you all enjoy it!

- ☆.｡.:* Zesty .｡.:*☆

“We don’t have to do this, y’know.” The man’s lips brushed your ear, making coherent thought nearly impossible. You were standing in a dimly lit room, sparsely furnished save for a simple old bed and decrepit dresser. The only light came from three old wax candles scattered throughout the room, and the exposed window on the western side that boasted quite a stunning view of the skyline. It could almost be deemed beautiful from this distance. Namjoon (or at least that’s what the man said his name was) had wrapped himself around you from behind and was lathering your neck with lazy, gentle kisses.

“I want to.” You responded, twisting yourself around so that you were facing him, hands spread on his wide chest. You ran them over his toned arms, careful to avoid his wounds, before wrapping your arms around his neck. Arching your back and balancing on your tippy toes, you reached to cover his mouth with your own.

Namjoon responded with equal fervor, chasing your lips like a swimmer to oxygen. Before you knew it, he deepened the kiss and you found yourself clawing at his clothes, his hands roaming over your body to cup your ass, wanting, needing. You were aching to feel something, anything, other than the familiar worry and frequent despair that clouded your senses on a day to day basis. Everyone’s senses. It was, after all, a rough time to be alive

A terrifying time and yet, here you were in some mystery man’s hovel seeking the only distraction from the world you could still afford - meaningless sex with a stranger. Well, kind of a stranger. You did save his life after all. He owed you one.

And it seemed he was eager to pay.

“Condoms?” You asked. Babies were out of the question. You could barely feed yourself.

Namjoon nodded and pulled a small foil package from the beaten down dresser. “Covered.”

You were pushing him now, herding him towards the old mattress on the ground with only a stringy old comforter and some worn pillows. When Namjoon’s legs hit the bed he crumpled back, pulling you down to straddle him. Your heads bumped in the process, and you let out a pain filled groan. Namjoon broke the kiss to pull back and rub his forehead, letting out a soft “Ow.” You barked out a laugh and sat back on his thighs, looking down at his smug grin. .

“So, Y/N,” He began, testing your name on his tongue. He propped himself up on his elbows so that he was closer to your face. “Thanks for the help back there. I literally didn’t think I would make it out of there alive.”

He wouldn’t have. You knew this.

He tenderly touched a bruise that was forming on his jaw. “Damn police bots have really gotten high tech these da-- shit!” He hissed, pushing too strongly on the wound. You grinned back down at him and his eyes flicked back up to meet yours. “So, you do this often?”

He smiled at his pick up line and you felt your heart melt. You were honestly just happy to be getting some dick and couldn’t afford to be picky, but goddamn did you get lucky. He was beautiful.

You smiled before reaching out a hand and tracing the lines of his jaw, careful to avoid the bruises he had gotten from the bots before you arrived. “Definitely not. Haven’t come across many viable options in the apocalypse. Definitely not any as handsome as you.”

Before you could react, his brow crinkled, revealing a sly smile, and he flipped you both over so that he was covering you with his body. You barely got out a surprised yelp before he dropped down to give you a tender kiss. You opened your mouth, instinctively deepening the kiss and granting him access to your tongue before quickly nipping on his bottom lip, pulling it between your teeth. Payment for the flip. Namjoon groaned into your mouth and ground his pelvis down onto yours, gently rolling his hips into you. “Want to play dirty, huh? I’m gonna need you to calm down, little girl.”

You rolled your eyes as you moved to reach for his shoulders, aiming to push him off and regain control.

“Ah, ah.” Namjoon swatted your hands away, using the weight of his body to pin you to the bed. “I think you’ve been bossy enough this evening.”

You wiggled your body beneath him, but Namjoon continuously ground himself down into you, creating a rhythmic pace that had your thighs clenching together and your pussy pulsating. You could feel the thick form of his cock pressing into your pelvis, already hard, as he struggled to control your movements and keep up the pace. He leaned down to press firm kisses down your neck, your collarbone. One of his massive hands slid up your body and gripped your clothed breast. He massaged it roughly between his fingers, and you lurched up into his touch, loving the feeling of another person’s hands on your body for what felt like the first time in forever.

Namjoon continued his assault on your neck and breast as his other hand worked to open the buttons on your shirt. In a matter of seconds, he had undone them all with surprisingly deft fingers. He finally loosened his hold and lifted his body enough for you to scoot out from under him and sit up. It was a joint effort but in a few minutes, there you both sat, naked save for your underwear.

Namjoon’s fingers traced the lines of your body, his eyes soaking it all in. You had no clue how you looked, fresh from a street fight and months of malnourishment. Your sensitivities, your scars, your blemishes. He observed them all and didn’t flinch.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered, reaching out to trace the curve of your hip bone. He took it all in - accepted it.

Your eyes soaked him in as well, admiring the lithe muscles of his body and the marks from his earlier tussle. He looked relatively unharmed save for some abdominal and facial bruising, and a few scratches that you made a mental note to clean later. Honestly, he was the picture of the perfect male physique. You felt yourself grow wetter.

The desperation from earlier seemed to have been released from both of you as Namjoon crawled across the mattress, taking your face in his hands and pulling you in for a surprisingly tender kiss. His lips were slightly chapped and there was a bit of swelling on the lower one from a punch, but you didn’t mind. You melted into his embrace, happy, safe. He laid you back down on the mattress and placed gentle kisses down your body, pausing at your breasts. He took each one into his warm mouth,  paying special attention to each nipple. He tugged gently with his teeth before swirling his tongue around the sensitive tip. You groaned at the sensation, fingers curling into the dirty comforter. You could feel his smile at your response and he proceeded down your body, hands quickly replacing his mouth.

Namjoon peeled your soaked panties off your form and when his lips met your soaked pussy, you could have screamed. Could have, but didn’t, catching yourself as you remembered that this was not a safe place. You were sure the bots were still searching the city for you both and these were desperate times. People were eager to turn each other in for some extra cash. Better no one knew you were there at all.

The thoughts were quickly brandished from  your mind as Namjoon licked up your slit and moved to your clit. Your hand found purchase in his shaggy hair and you tugged, a breathy moan escaping your lips. Namjoon took the sensitive nub into his mouth, sucking and pulling while one hand still worked your breast. He  growled at the pressure on his hair as you hold tightened and resumed his assault on your soaked pussy, plunging his tongue in and out of your hole.

You were on the brink, ready to explode and Namjoon intended to give you just that. He increased the pace, bringing a hand to massage your clit and in a few second flat you felt the pressure building.

“Namjoon, I- I’m going to-” You gasped, writhing beneath him.

He continued the assault and you boiled over, your orgasm wracking through your body in waves. Namjoon worked you through it, gently massaging your clit and softening the plunges until you were finished.

He pulled back and you shivered at the lack of contact. You looked down to find him staring intently at you, head between your legs, your juices on his lips.

What a pretty sight.

How did I get so lucky?

Namjoon didn’t move and finally curiosity got the better of you. “What is it?”

He pressed a chaste kiss to your mound, running his hands up your thighs. “I just, I want to remember this moment. Remember you.”

“Oh, pretty boy, you’re not gonna have any trouble remembering me.” With that you released your grip on his hair and sat up, edging yourself lower on the bed. You pushed Namjoon gently, your intent obvious, and he rolled himself onto his back. The thick curve of his cock was visible through his briefs and it was all you could do not to grab it right then.

Leaning over him you kissed his pelvic bone, giving it a sharp nip that extracted the most delightful gasp from your victim. Your hands massaged circles onto his chest working lower and lower before finally allowing yourself to palm his cock through his underwear.

“Oh, god,” Namjoon groaned, hips flexing upward, his head falling back against the wall. “That feels amazing.”

“It’s about to get even better,”  you promised, pulling at the band of his underwear. You tugged it down his massive thighs, letting his cock spring free. It was an impressive length, nothing extraordinary, but it was beautiful, just like the rest of him. You ran your fingers over it gently, teasing him. Namjoon groaned when you finally took him into your hands and gave him a few short pumps, before loosening your hold and working him with your hands, feeling him growing firmer and larger beneath your grip.

“I think . . . this is . . . the best thing . . . that has ever happened to me.” Namjoon panted, beads of sweat lining his forehead as you worked your hands up and down his cock. “I should get arrested more often.”

Well, if he liked that. . .

The second you started pressing soft kisses to his throbbing cock, you knew you had died and gone to heaven. The noises that Namjoon made were some of the most beautiful sounds you had ever heard. He was trying to keep quiet, trying to muffle his little groans but the few that got through made you crave nothing more than the feeling of him filling you to the brim. Knowing you had elicited such groans and soft pants from such a strong man- god damn.

You took his head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip, before slowly taking him further. In a few short minutes you had him clawing at your hair, pawing at the mattress, as he struggled to control his natural instinct to thrust up into you.

Good thing you were here to break that instinct.

You opened your mouth further, ignoring your gag reflex, and took him even deeper until you felt him hit the back of your throat.

“Jesus c-christ. How d-did you . . . ?” Namjoon stutterd.

You worked him in and out of your mouth, increasing your pace and you felt him tremble below you, losing control.

“Fuck this,” Namjoon reached out and gripped your head, holding it into place as he began to thrust eagerly into your warm mouth, hitting the back of your throat with each stroke. He let out a few breathy groans as he increased his pace, your fingernails digging into his thighs, eyes watering, but focusing on hollowing your cheeks to give him the best experience.

You could feel Namjoon growing close as his pace began to sputter out, his thrusts getting deeper and deeper when abruptly- he pulled out.

“That’s enough of that,” Namjoon pushed you over roughly so that you lay on your belly. He gripped your ass, raising it into the air and took a second to admire the view, running his long fingers around your curves and down your slit before inserting two into your entrance and curling them inside. You moaned. “When I cum, it’s going to be inside you.”

He took his time, slowly plunging his fingers in and out of you with one hand and stroking his length in the other. When he was ready he wrapped his arms around your middle and lifted you up so that your back was flush against his chest, his cock the only thing between you. You had no clue where he pulled it from but you heard the unwrapping of the condom and in a few seconds, he was ready.

“I’m about to fuck you so hard, baby girl,” he whispered hoarsely into your ear. “But you better promise to be a good, quiet girl for me. Can’t have you bringing the cops down on us again.”  

Namjoon released one hand to line himself up with your entrance and his other hand massaged smooth circles into your abdomen. His breath, hot on your neck. You tried to back into him, to force him to work faster but all that earned you was a chastising noise and a harsh smack on your ass.

“Ah, ah,” Namjoon said. “I haven’t heard your promise yet.”

“Namjoon . .. . “ You groaned, grinding your ass back onto him. You could feel his dick. It was literally right there. But it wasn’t where you needed it to be.

“Say it.” Namjoon demanded, tugging on your earlobe with his teeth. “Say it and I’ll give you what you want, baby girl.”

“I promise,” you breathed, not able to fully eliminate the whining in your tone. “I promise to be quiet.”

Namjoon released your earlobe and pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade, rolling his hips into your ass again so you could once again feel how hard and ready he was for you, before giving you another harsh smack on the ass. “You promise to be quiet, what?”

“I promise to be quiet for you, Daddy.”

He groaned at the pet name. “That’s a good little slut.”

When Namjoon finally pushed into you it was all you could do not to scream. If there was any survival instinct left in your brain at that moment, Namjoon possessed it as his hand immediately reached up to cover your mouth. Screaming, would mean death and thank god one of you remembered that. His other hand traced back up the front of your body, to find your neck, and he squeezed down ever so slightly, choking just a bit of air out of your lungs before he began to move. Pulling out slightly, and gently moving back in. Testing the waters.

God, did he feel good.

“You like that, dirty little girl? You like the way I feel inside you?” His voice was hoarse in your ear as he struggled to move slowly. His natural instinct was to pound into you until he reached completion but- patience, he felt, was one of his best virtues.

You nodded, grinding back onto him, eager for more. The fill of him inside you was so perfect, so complete, like a piece of you was missing this entire time.  Namjoon, getting the message, pulled out and this time slammed back into you harshly, tightening the hold on your throat.

“You like that? You like the way I destroy your pussy?” He grunted, setting a relentless pace, smacking in and out of you creating the lewdest of noises. The only thing keeping you upright at this point was the hand around your neck, choking the air from your lungs. Each thrust was punctuated by a harsh grunt from Namjoon that had you quivering, chasing your next release.

Namjoon tightened his hold around your neck as his pace began to get sporadic and released his hand on your mouth so that he could rub frantic circles onto your clit, helping you along. You whispered his name like a prayer as he pounded into you, chasing his release but still working his finger for yours.

When you came, you came hard, your pussy clenching around his dick furthering his pleasure, milking him thoroughly. You were still in the blinding throes of orgasm when you felt him clamp down on your shoulder,  thrusting even deeper inside you and crumpling over your body, throwing you on to your hands and knees as he found release deep inside you, his body shuddering with each wave. He groaned through his orgasm, thrusting even deeper with each pulse.

When he was spent, he rolled you both onto your sides, slowly pulling out but holding you close to his chest. For a few minutes, you both lay there in silence, watching the hover cars zoom around the skyline, the city awake despite the late hour.

It was Namjoon who broke the silence first.

“I’m happy that you got to me before those cops finished me off.”

You turned to nuzzle into his neck, soaking in his scent. You knew perfectly well what tomorrow would bring. How you would leave him behind to continue your hunt for survival. It was better to have as few connections in this world as possible, you had learned. Saved you a whole lot of heartache. but for now, for now you were happy just to have found another person on this god forsaken planet that sought a human connection as much as you.

“Me too.”

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FF7R: What if?

I’m back with more analysis!

So, I caught a youtube theory that said because the whispers are gone now, every single event they interferred in is retconned. I was gonna be like, that sounds interesting, but then they went off on this huge tangeant that ended in – you guessed it – Cloud dying 😒

Even though it literally contradicted their own evidence they'd stated earlier in the vid.

Sephiroth says he won't let Cloud die, but then we've got Cloud having seven seconds to make a choice and sacrifice himself for the greater good. Even though Sephiroth literally said he won't let Cloud die. This is why I don't listen to theory vids where they have people live or die because it ignores canon and the devs have said canon still counts, so until we get evidence otherwise I'm gonna go ahead and say Cloud lives and please stop trying to FF15 him because that is the absolute suckiest ending for a guy who absolutely has earned and deserves his best ending – which is ALIVE. He deserves to be alive!

(Not to mention the other theories starting that Sephiroth is the good guy now...like seriously? Stuff like this makes me want to cry. Sephiroth isn't good and Cloud doesn't deserve to die. How tf is this FF7? This is the worst kind of fan fiction trash and it belongs in a dumpster fire!)

And that's my tangeant lol

So, back to the whispers and the what if. If their influence is now undone and everything they interfered in is gone I wondered what that meant. So, Imma gonna follow the ones we know about and see what conclusion we get. I've got a chart of each appearance they make in Remake, so these are the actual events they interfered in.

Let's mosey!

Ok, spoiler warning for ppl who haven’t played – do I still need to do this? Eh ok, (I tag FF7R spoilers as final fantasy 7 remake spoilers) and it’s gonna be huge lol.

Also, this is one person’s interpretation of the scene, so if you disagree that’s cool and we’ll agree to disagree.

You’re also gonna have to excuse the janky quality on some of the screens, I’m grabbing them from Youtube and it’s frustrating af trying to get the exact moment I want.

Please check my master post to see if I've already covered your question, thanx

Recap time!

Chapter 2 is the first time we see the whispers and their purpose here is to keep Aerith from leaving the area before Cloud arrives – because they meet in the OG – they then later chase her away – also OG – leaving him to fight the security forces alone.

So, we can't actually see them yet, but their purpose at this point is to keep Aerith from leaving the area so she can have the whole flower conversation with Cloud.

What if?

If Aerith wasn't forced to remain there, then she'd have evacuated along with other residents and gone back to sector 5. She'd never meet Cloud, never agree to go back to Shinra and the story of FF7 wouldn't happen.

Aerith is about to stay and fight alongside Cloud until a whisper chases her away, allowing her to deliver her OG line of, “Nice meeting you.”

What if?

If Aerith stayed she'd have remained with Cloud until the station, where he'd been forced to get her onto the train with Avalanche. She'd have met them and Tifa much sooner, possibly joined their cause and potentially died in the pillar if she wasn't able to convince Tifa she could go along to Don Corneo's.

The other option is Cloud would've taken her back to sector 5 once they got to sector 7 and they'd have avoided the rooftop walk, he'd have gone back to sector 7 because that's where he lives and they wouldn't have met again.

Chapter 3 is their next appearance after Cloud gets a futuristic flash of the plate collapse. They appear to distract him and prevent him from questioning what he just saw.

What if?

Cloud could bring up the plate's structural integrity around Avalanche or the neighbourhood watch. They could increase patrols around that area and get a jump on Shinra's attempt to collapse it. The increased security could mean they're successful in stopping the plate from falling.

(Don't tell Cloud this, he'll drown in guilt forever lol)

Still in Chapter 3, during the scene at Seventh Heaven where Cloud isn't included in the next reactor mission. An intangible whisper floats near the ceiling, observing events.

What if?

Since this relates to Cloud being part of the reactor 5 mission, his not going would be catastrophic for those who went instead. Why? I'll get to that in a sec.

Near the end of Chapter 4, whispers appear in Cloud's room while he sleeps. Their purpose is to ensure Cloud remains asleep(?) while they incapacitate Jessie (see conclusion for my theory).

What if?

Well, they failed, since Cloud woke up anyway, but if he'd slept through the fighting then Jessie would still be injured and he'd be on for the mission.

So, we're at the reason for the whispers last two appearances. With Cloud off the reactor 5 mission, Jessie, Barret and Biggs are the go to team. That's not what's meant to happen.

What if?

Oh, I like this one. This one has a huge impact.

Jessie goes on the mission with Barret, leaving Tifa and Cloud behind. Biggs is waiting over by the reactor the same as before.

While on the train, the security measures activate the same as before. Since Cloud was the one who suggested jumping from the train, these two won't think of it. They'll fight the bots off until they arrive at the station where they're either captured by security forces or killed on the spot.

If by some chance one of them realises they need to get off right away and they jump the same as our triple A trio did, they'd likely die during the crab warden battle.

If by some miracle they get past all of that and complete the lighting the path section to get the cargo platform moving and make it into the reactor, they're still caught by Shinra and then executed because only Cloud knows how to dispose of the Air Buster's components.

So, to put it in simple terms: they die.

Neat huh?

The very end of Chapter 7 where Cloud is falling from the scaffold into sector 5's church (what religion is this church for anyway?). Whispers appear to slow his fall and keep him alive.

What if?

He dead lol

What else should I say? He fell 300m and he's not invincible.

In the sector 5 chuch after the Reno fight, Cloud is about to kill Reno and whispers appear to stop him and drag him and Aerith away.

What if?

Another fun one.

Reno dies, the security forces either die or retreat from Cloud. If Aerith isn't traumatised by witnessing a murder right in front of her, she and Cloud walk out of the church and he takes her home, instead of the detour over the rooftops and through the scrapyard (because they'd have taken less time walking along the main road and arrived well before Rude got there in the helicopter).

Rude would've gone to the church when Reno didn't answer, found him dead, come after Cloud for revenge, been killed or badly injured and Cloud would've fixed his reputation around that sector as a badass murderer who you don't mess with.

Elmyra would've sent him on his way because she doesn't want her baby hanging out with a killer and Cloud would've arrived back in sector 7 well before Tifa had the idea to go to Don Corneo. He either would've gone with her or they'd have stormed the mansion instead of the route that actually happened. They may have still been dropped into the sewers, but with a day in hand before the operation, would've arrived back in sector 7 before Shinra arrived and saved the pillar.

Whispers cover the church and block specific exits, leaving the route to the roof open. When Aerith falls (twice) they save her.

What if?

Cloud would take a different exit besides the roof, which would lead to a similar result as above where he avoids Rude at the station and has more time to get home instead of being forced to stay overnight because “it's getting late”. He'd help Avalanche save the plate and wouldn't have to let Tifa go to Don Corneo alone.

For Aerith, the whispers saving her mean she's uninjured and can cross the rooftops. The whispers also prevent Reno from taking her back to Shinra by force.

We don't see the whispers again until all the way over in chapter 12, where they appear to block Cloud, Tifa and Aerith from reaching the pillar.

What if?

Since Cloud is the only one to go up the pillar to start, we'd see him arrive in time to save Wedge and Biggs, then move up with them to save Jessie before reaching Barret.

If we include the previous what if with Reno being killed and Rude injured then the person piloting the helicopter won't know who Cloud is and won't be as vindictive in attacking him. This means the pipes won't fall from the platform and Tifa won't go up there.

Tifa and Aerith would go to 7th heaven to get Marlene and evacuate the sector, Tseng would still appear to threaten Aerith, but Tifa may well be strong enough to deal with him On the other hand, she might not and wind up dead.

If we discount the chapter 8 what if and Reno and Rude are fine, he and Rude have Cloud, Biggs and Wedge pinned down with no solution in sight until Tifa meets up with them (the pipes would still fall here). They'd move on to meet up with Jessie and Barret as a large group, where they'd still save the plate from falling and likely kill Reno and Rude with their larger number party.

Chapter 12, Whispers surround Rude as he tosses Tifa aside and pushes the plate separation button.

What if?

Cloud or Barret would've killed Rude and stopped the plate separating.

Chapter 12, Whispers surround Wedge, keeping him in place until a piece of the plate drops on him.

What if?

Wedge would escape with his cat out of sector 7 and our triple A team wouldn't find Deepground later on. (Kinda odd, seeing how they then drag Cloud away from discovering more about his past once they're there, but it looks like the whispers don't consider their own actions aside from ensuring the current OG canon event takes place. Wedge needed to die, so they dropped shit on him.)

Chapter 13, Whispers appear during Deepground when Cloud is about to remember the experiments carried out on him.

What if?

Cloud would remember his past much sooner, likely have a breakdown right then and there, which makes him incapable of rescuing Aerith. Tifa wouldn't have the benefit of the lifestream to deep dive into his subconscious and help him, so it would likely take a lot longer for him to repair his fractured psyche. Aerith would be experimented on by Hojo, forcibly impregnated and likely killed.

After their big interference in chapters 12 and 13, we don't see the whispers again until Chapter 16, where they appear to drag Hojo away before he can spill the beans to Cloud.

What if?

Cloud is told of his fake persona and recalls the true events of what happened to him. He likely has a mental breakdown, making him useless for the rest of the escape from the lab. The team gets caught and probably executed as an example of what happens to those who go against Shinra.

Aerith is recaptured and the experiments on her continue.

Chapter 17 and whispers surround Aerith, trying to prevent her revealing the truth about who their real enemy is and other events to come.

What if?

Aerith would reveal all about Sephiroth, his role in things and possibly other details that only she knows because she's got some weird meta!Aerith thing happening this time around. She'd be a far less mysterious character and the team would know exactly what they're facing instead of being left in the dark.

At the end of chapter 17, Sephiroth stabs Barret and kills him. Whispers immediately appear to bring him back to life.

What if?

Well, Barret's dead. That means there's no one to help Aerith and Red in the mech battle as they're escaping, meaning they'll either die or be recaptured.

If they escape still and get out of Midgar, not having Barret in the team means the events in Corel change and the possibility of them not getting out or losing the battle to Dyne becomes a possibility. If they're stuck in Corel prison forever, then they're stuck forever.

If they manage to escape, there's still a huge Barret shaped hole in the team formation and they're in trouble anytime they need a long range fighter, and while Barret does fly off the handle whenever he's ranting about something, he's also got a huge heart and offers a perspective that's different to the others. He holds Cloud and Tifa together when they lose focus and is pretty much the team dad. Without him around they're not as strong emotionally or morally.

Still chapter 17 and the whispers surround Cloud as he tries to go after what he thinks is Sephiroth, but is actually a cloaked figure carrying Jenova away.

What if?

I'm suspicious about the identity of #2 here. On the one hand, stopping him from taking Jenova away means she returns to her tank and the threat from her is gone, but on the other hand, what if the reason why they were stopping Cloud is because he knows #2?

In Crisis Core we learn that Cloud was kept in the #2 tank beside Zack, but he never got a number tattoed on his arm. Because of his S cells he won't degrade and turn into a remnant like the others, but (someone correct me if I'm wrong here) Zack has G cells and would degrade eventually. It's all well and good saying he died, but what if he didn't? Before the crisp packet I mean. What if his body was collected by Hojo, had further experiments done and given a tattoo, only because he doesn't give a fuck which one of them was in which tank, he tattoos the wrong number on Zack and so he turns into #2.

It seems far too simple the whispers appeared to stop Cloud from getting to Jenova when that's a remnant that with a number that has potential revelations that would fuck Cloud all the way up.

So, he stops the remnant, learns their identity and freaks tf out and becomes useless for the rest of the escape. They're likely captured by Rufus and executed. The world ends because no one can stop Sephiroth.

The whispers appear to stop Wedge and push him out of a window, restoring canon with his death.

What if?

Does anyone think it's strange they're so insistent that Wedge dies? Why? They've tried to kill him 3 times and he's only a minor character and his being alive wouldn't affect anything.

Unless it does.

Cait Sith theory anyone? If Wedge is somehow transferred into the moogle body that Cait Sith uses then him being dead would be very important because his consciousness would be needed to pilot the moogle. We've got a lot of cat references with Wedge and he's the kind of short, squat shape the moogle is, not to mention he's desperate to be relevant to everyone. So, maybe he doesn't talk when he's the moogle, but he's self aware enough that he wants to do his part for everyone. We only find out after he dies again that it's actually him. Cue tears from Barret.

Whispers cover the Shinra building, causing a delay in our heroes departure when they stop to look at it.

What if?

Well, there'd be no road battle and everyone would get out of town a lot sooner. Maybe the whispers did just wanna see a fight.

Honestly, this one stumps me. There's so many of them. It's like a miniature version of when they cover Midgar. So, what's happening inside the Shinra building that needs them to do this much to contain it? You gotta remember, we're not always getting all the info. There's other things happening besides with Cloud and the gang.

Hojo's inside, so is Rufus and the Turks. They're obviously trying to prevent a change or delay it enough that things continue regardless, but hiding the team from Rufus who has to send troops after them doesn't seem right. I'm betting something else happened here.

The whispers appear to hold up the collapsing roadway so our heroes escape.

What if?

Well, they dead, so this one's simple lol

The whispers in the past cover Midgar.

What if?

Now, if this is an all time consequential event. This one matters. Which makes me question what's happening in the Shinra building that matters.

The glittering result happens only in Zack's scenes and the lingering glitter is then seen in the present, which indicates some sort of ripple effect going out from that point in time.  So, let's track it.

Let's assume that Zack reaching Midgar is what's being prevented here and now he's gonna make it alive. Zack's death is the first jolt that brings Cloud back to himself enough to get to the city, where he then finds Tifa. If this doesn't happen because Zack is caring for Cloud, then he'll end up in sector 5 instead and still very sick. His recovery will be a lot slower and it'll be Zack who goes about with Aerith. Cloud might not recover at all by the end of the game since it's Tifa calling to him that wakes him up.

Avalanche would likely fail the first bombing mission, since they needed Cloud's expertise to get in and out. They might die in the attempt.

There's no plate fall because Avalanche failed and Shinra needed them to blame for it.

Aerith has no reason to go with the Turks and there's no rescue afterwards.

Sephiroth would still retrieve Jenova, but there'd be no one to chase after him because Zack wouldn't be inside the Shinra building because Aerith wouldn't.

Sephiroth would still need a reunion puppet to get the black materia though, so there might be several attempts before he succeeds, but I believe he would eventually even without Cloud. Meteor would be summoned and the world would end.

And that's why Zack has to die.

Whispers linger around several grunt soldiers as Zack prepares to fight.

What if?

Just confirming what I said above about Zack being a necessary key part in the machine that needs to be taken out if things are gonna continue along the ideal timeline where the planet doesn't end in a fiery ball of death and destruction.

Conclusion.

I'm not gonna add the giant whisper battle because that's obvious, but there's definitely some inconsistences happening with what the planet deems important. There's huge events that actually make a difference when you track them and then there's some that make you go “wtaf?”

Most of the whispers interfering is to keep people alive or ensure continuity. They don't get in the way otherwise.

Except one time.

Chapter 4, where you even hear a voice ??? saying to sleep and dream sweet dreams. That doesn't seem right.

I mean, it sounds like Sephiroth and if I was gonna make a reach, the whole dream imagery has been very clearly linked to Aerith in Remake, so is he saying to remain within the dream so that reality can't happen? If Sephiroth wanted to succeed he'd prefer Cloud to avoid reality right? He told him to run away, to live, to leave, to avoid things. He wants Cloud to choose not to fight.

He's a bad guy (no redemption bullshit please), but his motives are much more complicated this time round. He's been very closely linked with Aerith a few times. He touches her. She's the only person beside Cloud he touches. Sure, it's a vision, but the devs still had it happen. And Sephiroth's voice is heard coming from Aerith's direction at the end of the game.

It's obvious this Sephiroth isn't the same as the OG one, but how much is he aware of? I don't believe the whole time travel theory. I do believe the meta!theory, because Sephiroth could get info from the lifestream the same way Aerith did at the start when she's staring at the mako coming out of the pipe. He could still be OG Sephiroth using what he learned during his little dip to manipulate events in his favour. There doesn't have to be a need for time travel to do this. Aerith's changing stuff without being a time traveller ffs. People need to stop going “well it's Nomura” and acting like anything ott is a go.

What I'm getting at is people need to stop looking at this from a mile long distance and screaming time travel because that's all games and films have done lately and look at it using the actual evidence we've got in the game. What we got is the whispers had clear motives for what they did, except one time when a voice was heard. Yall need to look at this shit the devs are dropping in front of your noses because this is where the plot is happening.

#final fantasy 7 remake spoilers #final fantasy 7 remake theory #Sephiroth motives #what if #meta theory #Final fantasy 7 remake analysis #whispers analysis

[phoenix1966sbottom]

Stories where Sam/Jared lives a reclusive lifestyle. This might range from some social awkwardness to agoraphobia to actually being trapped in his home. Please heed the tags where the stories are posted. Many contain dark subject matter. And, as always, please consider leaving the author a kudo/comment for their time, effort and generosity.

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A Ghost in Your Garden by dimeliora on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU.  A very loosely based AU of Season One of American Horror Story, Romcom style. Jensen has suffered an accident, and moves into a new home as a form of occupational and geographical therapy. He's surprised on arrival to find that his house is haunted and that his relationship is more damaged than he imagined. Luckily his new neighbor Jared is there to help him deal with the mysteries of his new home, and pick up the pieces of his broken life

Giving Up the Ghost by dimpleforyourthoughts on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU.  Since his parents’ divorce, Jensen Ackles has just about given up on the living. Moving from town to town with his Mom and Sister, his only solace has been found in music, and ignoring pretty much everything else. The latest move to a massive plantation home in Louisiana feels like a dream come true: he'll have all the space and privacy he's ever wanted. But there's something--someone--else living in the house. And they're absolutely bent on making Jensen's peace and quiet a living hell. Jensen's just a moody teenager who wants to be left alone. And Jared is the lonely ghost that haunts his bedroom. Determined to get rid of the pesky poltergeist, Jensen makes it his mission to get Jared to move on from this earth. But the more time they spend searching for Jared's way to cross over, the more Jensen is discovering that Jared might be one of the few people on this earth--living and dead--that he might want to keep around.

Soundproof Box by orphan_account on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU.  After Jared's mother dies, he buys an old, old house far away from his childhood home. Alone and introverted, always thought to be too weird, the ghost living in the house is Jared's only company. Jared doesn't exactly mind -- turns out Jensen is just as weird, if not weirder. Oh, Jared likes him.

The Sinister Nature of Cul-de-Sacs by goddamnbatman on LiveJournal. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jensen Ackles thinks he's moved into the house of his dreams. Trouble is, the yard next door is a nightmare, and rumor has it that its owner is even worse.

Adoration by sylsdarkplace on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jared buys an old mansion in the country with the goal of becoming the proprietor of a B&B and a novelist. The house has a dark past, but he scoffs at the idea that it's haunted. Then, he gets the feeling he's being watched and strange things begin to happen in the house.

Escape to the Future by dark_shadow85 on LiveJournal. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU.  Detective Jensen Ackles, pride of the Chicago Police Force’s special crime unit is asked by Captain Jeffrey Morgan to investigate the newest serial killings to hit the Windy City.  The only problem – the killer escaped capture before and left only one victim alive, Jensen’s lover and life partner Jared Padalecki-Ackles.  Can they find the Crimson Killer before he strikes again? (heed the warnings for this story!)

Given and Taken in Ink by marishna on LiveJournal. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Author Jared Padalecki has created a sheltered existence for himself, believing that he's happy half-living his safe life. His new neighbor, Jensen Ackles, knows there's something different about Jared and pushes until he has no choice but to let Jensen in. When Jared's carefully constructed life collapses around him will Jensen even care who Jared really is or will Jared's worries become reality?

Only When I Breathe by saucyminx on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Author Jared Padalecki is notoriously reclusive, hiding away from his fame in a cabin in the woods. Reporter Jensen Ackles is trying to salvage his career, it seemed like going undercover to get the inside scoop on the author would do just that. He never planned on feeling anything for the man but that was just the way life worked sometimes.

Agora by brokenlittleboy on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU.  Jensen Ackles is used to small towns and finds himself lost in his new home, a bustling city. Here for college, the city doesn't seem to offer anything besides getting him hopelessly lost. That is, before he stumbles upon a tiny bookstore down a narrow road called "Jay's Books" and discovers the books aren't the only great secret-- stunning and kind Jared Padalecki owns the store, and Jensen wants to travel the world with him-- except Jared hasn't stepped outside the front door in five years. (no penetrative sex)

Bottles on the Beach by MorganaDW on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. Non-AU.  Supernatural has been over for six years. Jensen's moved on & is close to starting back on daytime TV but no one's seen or heard from Jared in nearly five years. At a press event Jensen is approached by a reporter with a photo of his friend living on a beach. Confused & alarmed, he goes to find Jared to learn what happened. When he does, Jensen must also face the very reason he pulled away from Jared to begin in. As he does, and he learns that Jared's kept his own secret feelings hidden the truth behind Jared's disappearance comes out and Jensen finds out just what someone close to him was willing to do to keep him and Jared apart. (it has been a long time since I read this one. This author occasionally likes to mention the boys switching at the end. That may occur here)

After the Sky Falls by riyku on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. West is where we all plan to go someday.

My New Life is Waiting by neros_violin on LiveJournal. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU.  Jared and his daughter Hannah are used to depending only on each other. Their life at the cabin on the lake isn’t exciting, but it’s safe.  Until the night Hannah goes outside, drawn by the soft sounds of a guitar.  While Jared is drawn to the music, the guitar player is too close for comfort. (past Jared/Sandy off-screen)

Beauty and the ‘Bot by zubeneschamali on LiveJournal. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU.  Jared's deliberate isolation is shattered when a merchant's ship crash lands on his moon. When the merchant tries to steal a flower from him, Jared demands his most prized possession in return: a 'bot that Jared himself designed many years ago. Jared gets to know the 'bot, which has not only given itself a name but become more human than Jared could have imagined. Together, Jared and Jensen will have to answer the question: what makes a person truly human? (no penetrative sex)

Retail Therapy Verse by all_the_damned_vampires on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU.  Starting from a masquerade prompt and spinning out of control in both length and content, this trilogy tells the story of Jared, just your average joe, kidnapped by enamored sociopath Jensen.

Out of the Dark by violetknights on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU.  At the age of thirty-one award winning author Jensen Ackles has everything he could possibly want but nothing that he needs. Suffering from burn out and unable to write he takes off to a woodland hideaway to try and get his mojo back. When he meets the reclusive hermit, Jared for the first time he can’t possibly imagine the extent to which their lives are already inextricably entwined. Maybe it’s fate, maybe it’s just coincidence. Maybe together they can journey out of the dark. (past Jared/Sandy, no penetrative sex)

Wincest

Uninvited by TwoBoys2Love on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest AU.  Sam buys a new house. All is going well until strange things begin to happen. This brings a strange man into his life and together they fight what is inhabiting Sam’s home.

Love Make Monsters by riyku on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest.  Sam’s sure of only two things in this world. A Crimson Peak AU

Hedonistic by saucyminx on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest AU.  Hedonistic: noun: a person whose life is devoted to the pursuit of pleasure and self-gratification. Dean likes to kill, Sam likes to obsess. When they come together it's more than either could anticipate.

The Lighthouse by TwoBoys2Love on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest AU. Sam is a loner, working in the tech field and on contract to maintain a small automated lighthouse. Dean comes to the island in search of a possible haunting. They meet and Dean enlists Sam's help in a hunt.

#fanifc rec #recluse #bottom!jared #bottom!sam #angst #dark

[tonystarkbingo]

TSB Week 2 Roundup!  Another HUGE list for you this week, AND at the end of the roundup, we have a list of our participants that earned their participation badges last week!

Go forth and give our creators some love!

Title: This king flies away from you Collaborator: used_songs Link: AO3 Square Filled: S3 - AU: Ancient Civilization Ship: Nefertiti/Tony Stark Rating: Teen Major Tags: none Summary: The moment between collapsing and being rescued Word Count: 768

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Title: No One Else But You Collaborator: darthbloodorange Link: Tumblr Square Filled: T1 - KINK Alpha/Beta/Omega society Ship: Stony Rating: Teen Major Tags: moodboard Summary: As far as they where concerned they were the bottom of society’s barrel.

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Title: "I am Iron Man” Collaborator: darthbloodorange Link: Tumblr Square Filled: S3 - IMAGE: Iron Man Armour in workshop Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard Summary: He was made of Iron, forged in the fires of life.

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Title: the kiss of death (brings us life) Collaborator: MarvelousMenagerie (HiddenOne) Link: AO3 Square Filled: A4 - Maria Stark Ship: Bucky & Tony Rating: Teen Major Tags: temporary major character death, angst with a happy ending Summary: When Bucky is snapped in the wake of Thanos’ win, Death gives him two gifts. One gift is for himself, and the other he must give to Tony Stark. Death calls it balance. Word Count: 2790

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Title: Secrets We Keep in the Dark Collaborator: darthbloodorange Link: Tumblr Square Filled: A3 - free space Ship: Stony Rating: Mature Major Tags: Sexual content, moodboard Summary: Steve and Tony decided earl on in their relationship to keep it all between them. No one else needed to know, no one else mattered. They didn’t need to worry about the press, public opinion or SI’s shareholders. All that mattered was them and the moments they stole together. It was all theirs, the secrets they keep in the dark.

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Title: Somehow we get around it Collaborator: feyrelay Link: AO3 Square Filled: Adopted - Time Loops Ship: Edwin Jarvis & Tony Stark Rating: Gen Major Tags: implied/reference child abuse, angst with a happy ending Summary: Edwin Jarvis knows precisely how much hidden power can fit up the crisp cuff of a butler. It's, apparently, almost as much as can fit on an Infinity Gauntlet. Word Count: 1602

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Title: A Place of our Own Collaborator: darthbloodorange Link: Tumblr Square Filled: R1 - handle with care Ship: Stony Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard Summary: After everything they been through, Steve and Tony decide to start settling down. Their first step was to move into a house together, somewhere accessible but far enough away from people so they can have their peace. A large but cosy house. All it needs is a cat or a dog, possibly both… and maybe… a kid.

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Title: After the End Collaborator: 27dragons Link: AO3 Square Filled: A2 - AU: Good Omens Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: Good Omens crossover, happy ending Summary: Tony and Bucky have both been on Earth for a little over two thousand years. They’ve been lovers for just a little less than that, hiding it from their superiors Above and Below. But now the Antichrist has been delivered and things are swiftly coming to an End. How can they say goodbye, knowing they’ll never meet again? Of course, things don’t always turn out the way they assume. God’s plan is ineffable, after all. Word Count: 1871

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Title: Like Gears Fitting Together Collaborator: darthbloodorange Link: Tumblr Square Filled: T4 - AU: steampunk Ship: Stony Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard Summary: Stony Steampunk AU

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Title: Multiple Exposures Collaborator: dixiehellcat Link: AO3 Square Filled: Adopted - Tony Stark/Pepper Potts Ship: Pepperony Rating: Teen Major Tags: canon divergence, terminal illness Summary: After Tony tells Pepper about the palladium poisoning, she calls for help and gets more than she asked for. Word Count: 1927

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Title: A New Beginning Collaborator: darthbloodorange Link: Tumblr Square Filled: R3 - holding hands Ship: Stony Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard Summary: After the Avengers defeated Thanos and the stones were returned things quietened down. Steve and Tony where able to mend things between them and tern over a new leaf properly. Moving forward they developed an understanding of one another, and love budded between them.

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Title: Untitled Collaborator: Pyrone Link: Tumblr Square Filled: T4 - Ho Yinsen Ship: Pepperony Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard Summary: Since Afghanistan Tony’s Bots have been taking more and more of a life of their own. Tony just thinks it’s because he’s been spending more time with them. Pepper isn’t so sure about that. Nothing harmful has come from it at least. He is alive because of one of his bots after all.

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Title: (The Upgrade) You're Missing Collaborator: wakandan_wardog Link: AO3 Square Filled: Adopted - Riri Williams Ship:  Harley & Peter & Riri, WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: past character death Summary: Riri Williams is having a bad day, and though her AI TONY can't fix it, he can call in reinforcements. Word Count: 1468

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Title: By His Side Collaborator: darthbloodorange Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K3 - sick fic Ship: Stony Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard Summary: Tony catches a cold, but he insists that he is not sick. Steve is there to take care of him.

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Title: Stay hungry, kid Collaborator: feyrelay Link: AO3 Square Filled: K4 - Eating Disorders Ship: Obadiah Stane & Tony Rating: Mature Major Tags: MIT-era sexual harassment/assault (non-graphic), implied/reference alcoholism/alcohol abuse Summary: Tony is great at living hand-to-mouth, always working. Sometimes, he minds whose hand it is, though. Word Count: 552

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Title: For a Better World Collaborator: darthbloodorange Link: Tumblr Square Filled: T5 - Bruce Banner Ship: Science Husbands Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard Summary: Working together to solve to worlds problems, maybe they found more than just solutions and explanations. Maybe they found answers to the questions they were to afraid to ask for themselves.

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Title: Thicker than Water (Blood Brothers) Collaborator: RoseRose Link: AO3 Square Filled: K1 - Image prompt of Tony and Rhodey hugging in IM1 Ship: MIT Bros Rating: Teen Major Tags: poetry Summary: Rhodey's thoughts on Tony during IM1, while Tony is missing. A poem. Word Count: 321

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Title: I’d Give You The World Collaborator: darthbloodorange Link: Tumblr Square Filled: S4 - AU: College Ship: Stony Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard Summary: They worked together on an extra credit assignment and things evolved from there.

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Title: All I Needed Was The Last Thing I Wanted - Chapter 2 Collaborator: martianwahtney Link: AO3 Square Filled: K4 - fighting together Ship: Tony DiNozzo/Tony Stark Rating: Teen Major Tags: none Summary: tony squared dates, and paintball shenanigans Word Count: 1856

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Title: Take My Hand, Let Me Lead You Out Of Hiding Collaborator: darthbloodorange Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K4 - magic Ship: Stony Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard Summary: Tony was perfectly fine living in his castle… until Sir Rogers showed up.

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Title: Hold the Mint Collaborator: bennettmp339 Link: AO3 Square Filled: R1 - AU: Coffee Shop Ship: background Stucky Rating: Gen Major Tags: soulmate AU Summary: After the events of In Cups of Coffee, Tony Stark pays a visit to Wide Awake. Word Count: 752

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Title: Warm Comfort Collaborator: darthbloodorange Link: Tumblr Square Filled: T3 - sharing a bed Ship: Stony Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard Summary: Tony welcomes Steve into his bed to keep the nightmares at bay.

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Title: Titanium, Claw & The Captain Collaborator: betheflame Link: AO3 Square Filled: Adopted - Kink: pornstar/rentboy/sex worker Ship: Stuckony Rating: Explicit Major Tags: explicit sexual content Summary: Tony was expecting The Captain that night. When the stranger showed up with a friend, Tony simply hoped his jaw could keep up. Word Count: 1631

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Title: Love in the Night Collaborator: darthbloodorange Link: Tumblr Square Filled: A1 - Vampires / Werewolves Ship: Stony Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard Summary: Their love was unconventional. A Vampire and a werewolf. Well, they both prided themselves for living outside of the box.

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Title: Brought Low Before His God Collaborator: buying_the_space_farm Link: AO3 Square Filled: R5 - Kink: Collars Ship: FrostIron Rating: Explicit Major Tags: explicit sexual content, BDSM Summary: Loki takes care of Tony in the best of ways. Word Count: 1791

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Title: A Hand Gladly Given Collaborator: darthbloodorange Link: Tumblr Square Filled: R4 - Marriage of Convenience/Pretend Couple Ship: Stony Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard Summary: Steve and Tony a kings of neighbouring kingdoms. They both have a problem that the other can help solve.

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Title: At the Bottom of the Bottle Collaborator: darthbloodorange Link: Tumblr Square Filled: A4 - Alcoholism Ship: none Rating: Teen Major Tags: Alcoholism Summary: He knows he can’t forget, he hasn’t earned that mercy, but at least for a few hours he can switch it all off.

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Title: let the soft animal of your body love what it loves - Chapter 1 Collaborator: deathsweetqueen Link: AO3 Square Filled: K5 - old married couple Ship: Stony Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Time Travel, Endgame Steve goes back in time to be with Post AOU Tony, Explicit Sexual Content, Dirty Talk, Past Domestic Violence, Post AOU AU, Breaking Up and Making Up, Marriage Counselling, Superfamily, Team Iron Man, but not Steve unfriendly, he's just a moron, a lot of fighting and arguments, Dubious Consent due to Identity Issues Summary: In 2023, Steve Rogers, after burning his husband's body, goes through the timelines to return each of the Infinity Stones. In 2015, Tony Stark’s husband returns to him and for the first time in years, he has hope for his marriage. Word Count: 4223

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Title: Not Who He Was Collaborator: darthbloodorange Link: Tumblr Square Filled: A2 - abducted Ship: none Rating: Teen Major Tags: Blood and Injury Summary: A terrorist group abducts Tony Stark as he leaves a stakeholder meeting. The group demands he produce weapons for them… they have somehow managed to get hold of some of the blueprints of his old designs. He refuses, he’s been through all this before and will not bend to their whims. He’d rather take what they could throw at him than make those weapons again, there is nothing they could do to him to make him reconsider that stance. He is not who he was, he’d rather be spitting blood. He tells them as much. He’ll survive. He always does.

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Title: Everyone Has Their Limits Collaborator: Tonks22 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Adopted - Kink: Sex in New Locations Ship: WinterIron Rating: Mature Major Tags: semi-public sex Summary: Tony likes to think his and Bucky’s sex life is a healthy one. Could they do with less exhibitionism? It depends on who you ask. (Steve and Natasha say yes, Thor and Clint would like to know if they can join, Bruce has just started walking into rooms with his eyes closed). Still, there are some things that took a long time to finally get done. Word Count: 1617

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Title: Your Toes and My Car Collaborator: ThoughtfulBreadPolice Link: AO3 Square Filled: S1 - interrupted by super villains Ship: WinterIron, ShieldWidow Rating: Not Rated Major Tags: none Summary: Tony's not a girl, but he's secure enough in his masculinity to go on a girl's day out with Natasha. It's just unfortunate that it got interrupted by super villain of the month.   Word Count: 546

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Title: where the heart is Collaborator: ohjustpeachy Link: AO3 Square Filled: K1 - first time Ship: Stony Rating: Gen Major Tags: none Summary: Steve is bringing Tony home to meet his mom for spring break, and he's having a lot of feelings about it. Word Count: 816

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Title: when the night falls Collaborator: ohjustpeachy Link: AO3 Square Filled: T5 - Warm and Fuzzy Feelings Ship: Stony Rating: Gen Major Tags: none Summary: Tony's away on a business trip and neither of them are coping. Word Count: 617

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Title: Sunflower Heart Collaborator: newnewyorker93 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: R1 - handle with care Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: art Summary: drawing of a sunflower with the arc reactor as the center

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Title: Brooklyn Boy  Collaborator: bibliophile Link: AO3 Square Filled: T4 - Writing Format: Nonprose Ship: Stony Rating: Gen Major Tags: None Summary: It’s just not fair that Steve is so perfect... How could Tony not love him? Word Count: N/A

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Title: Sh*t Happens  Collaborator: laufire Link: Tumblr Square Filled: A1 – image prompt “ Life Happens (tony and armor on the sofa in harley’s garage)“. Ship: None Rating: Gen Major Tags: None Summary: A Tony Stark in IM3 Playlist Word Count: N/A

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Title: Just Let Me Breathe Collaborator: sierranovembr Link: Tumblr Square Filled: S4 - Hanahaki Disease Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: None Summary: Mood board for the Hanahaki fic “Just Let Me Breathe” by ali_aliska Word Count: N/A

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Title: Intent Collaborator: singingwithoutwords Link: AO3 Square Filled: T1: AU - Noir Detective Ship: IronWidow Rating: Mature Major Tags: None Summary: Natasha Romanov is what people politely call a private eye. She's not looking to make a name for herself, or even to make it particularly rich. She just wants to get through life with a bottle of the good vodka and all her limbs intact. Then Tony Stark wanders into her life, and she starts wanting so much more. If this case doesn't kill her, that man's ass will. Word Count: 1001

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Title: Misbehavior Collaborator: RoseRose Link: AO3 Square Filled: S3: Image Prompt - Life Happens Ship: None Rating: Gen Major Tags: None Summary: Steve lectures Tony and JARVIS Word Count: 100

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Title: the thing with feathers Collaborator: Tonks22 Link: AO3 Square Filled: T1 - Super Soldier Serum Ship: Stuckony if you squint Rating: Gen Major Tags: None Summary: Bucky wants to do more than survive. Word Count: 100

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Title: Down Collaborator: thoughfulbreadpolice Link: AO3 Square Filled: S2 - Apology Ship: Stony Rating: Not Rated Major Tags: Depression Summary: Tony always told Steve to ‘Speak Steve. You have to talk to me you know? I'm not a mind reader I can’t predict what you're thinking or feeling about things you actually have to tell me.’. The thing was though that Steve didn’t know how. Everytime he opened his mouth nothing came out. Nothing worthwhile anyways, and Tony always looked so disappointed and sad, like Steve not talking about what’s going on was his fault in some way. Word Count: 787

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Title: Natasha Romanoff Collaborator: journeythroughtherain Link: Tumblr Square Filled: T3 - Natasha Romanoff Ship: None Rating: Gen Major Tags: None Summary: Natasha Romanoff polymer clay fridge magnet (along with some decorative fridge poetry magnets just for funsies). Word Count: N/A

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Title: The Sacrifice Play Collaborator: politzania Link: AO3 Square Filled: R2 - Amnesia Ship: Pepperony Rating: Gen Major Tags: None Summary: Whatever it takes. That was what they had promised each other and Tony had meant it. Word Count: 982

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Title: let the soft animal of your body love what it loves - chapter 2 Collaborator: Simi Link: AO3 Square Filled: S1 - Fighting Together Ship: Stony Rating: E Major Tags: Dubious Consent Summary: In 2023, Steve Rogers, after burning his husband's body, goes through the timelines to return each of the Infinity Stones.In 2015, Tony Stark’s husband returns to him and for the first time in years, he has hope for his marriage. Word Count: 9074

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Title: Stuckony Winter Wonderland Fills - Chapter 1 Collaborator: hogwartstoalexandria Link: AO3 Square Filled: R1 - Steve Rogers Ship: Stuckony Rating: E Major Tags: BDSM Summary: BDSM used as comfort. Word Count: 537

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Title: Stuckony Winter Wonderland Fills - Chapter 2 Collaborator: hogwartstoalexandria Link: AO3 Square Filled: S2 - Dark Ship: Stuckony Rating: Gen Major Tags: Nightmares Summary: Tony has nightmares of Afghanistan, the boys are there to help him through it. Word Count: 663

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Title: Nice Day for a White Wedding - Chapter 1 Collaborator: ceealaina Link: AO3 Square Filled: S1 - Futurefic Ship: IronHusbands Rating: Teen Major Tags: None Summary: After years living happily together, Tony has finally gotten up the courage to propose. The wedding is going to be perfect, and all his dreams are coming true. The only problem? Rhodey maybe wasn’t paying attention when he asked, and maybe doesn’t know what he agreed to. Word Count: 5455

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Title: Nice Day for a White Wedding - Chapter 2 Collaborator: ceealaina Link: AO3 Square Filled: K2 - Dares/Bets Ship: IronHusbands Rating: Teen Major Tags: None Summary: After years living happily together, Tony has finally gotten up the courage to propose. The wedding is going to be perfect, and all his dreams are coming true. The only problem? Rhodey maybe wasn’t paying attention when he asked, and maybe doesn’t know what he agreed to. Bonus chapter with all the Avengers betting on Tony and Rhodey’s wedding. Word Count: 515

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Title: The Sweet Smell of Coffee Collaborator: BeTheFlame Link: AO3 Square Filled: A3 - Free Space Ship: Stuckony Rating: Explicit Major Tags: A/B/O Summary: Omega Steve goes into heat at the grocery store and is rescued by Beta Bucky and brought back to Alpha Tony for the best heat of his life.  Word Count: 5073

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Title: The Three Rings Collaborator: HogwartsToAlexandria Link: AO3 Square Filled: T2 - Denial Ship: StarkerStrange Rating: E Major Tags: PWP, BDSM Summary: Peter's bored at work, and Tony's right here, looking up at him from his spot between his legs, on his knees under Peter's desk. What is Peter to do? Just leave him there? And if a surprise arrives once he succumbs to Tony's beautiful brown gaze, well, it just makes everything even better.  Word Count: 2179

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Title: Stuckony Winter Wonderland Fills - Chapter 3 Collaborator: HogwartsToAlexandria Link: AO3 Square Filled: R2 - Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier Ship: Stuckony Rating: E Major Tags: Edging, Teasing Summary: Bucky and Steve spend hours and hours edging Tony. So long, in fact, that they're all quite surprised when the first fireworks of the New Year start. Word Count: 827

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Title: let the soft animal of your body love what it loves - Chapter 3 Collaborator: deathsweetqueen Link: AO3 Square Filled: T2 - Day in the Life Ship: Stony Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Time Travel, Endgame Steve goes back in time to be with Post AOU Tony, Explicit Sexual Content, Dirty Talk, Past Domestic Violence, Post AOU AU, Breaking Up and Making Up, Marriage Counselling, Superfamily, Team Iron Man, but not Steve unfriendly, he's just a moron, a lot of fighting and arguments, Dubious Consent due to Identity Issues Summary: In 2023, Steve Rogers, after burning his husband's body, goes through the timelines to return each of the Infinity Stones. In 2015, Tony Stark’s husband returns to him and for the first time in years, he has hope for his marriage. Word Count: 13,873

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And the list of those that earned their Participation Badges during Week 1!

newnewyorker93 Tisfan PoliZ Chel rebelmeg Gavilan Rebel-author-chick hddnone ceealaina thewaythatwerust SierraNovembr Trashcanakin 27dragons RoseRose bennettmp339 Tonks ABrighterDarkness Pyrone Fey Dracusfyre

Well done and congratulations to you all!

#tonystarkbingo2020 #tsb2020 #weekly roundup #week 2 #week 2 roundup

[fatebreaking-a]

Tagged by : I am a thief. ( Stolen from @starthieve​ ) Tagging : steal it from me.

THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

( I will not, I will pick all my muses, how dare- I’ll leave everything except this blog + my other Sona blog out, for length’s sake.) long post, so it’s under the cut.

My muse is:   canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless /

Is your character popular in the fandom?  YES-ish / NO. ( people who like her like her, and people who don’t... really don’t. )

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK.

Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK.

Are they underrated?  YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO / MAYBE ?

Were they relevant for the main character?  YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG.

Are they widely known in their world?  YES / NO / MAYBE ?

How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL.

How strictly do you follow canon?  — lol. I take inspiration from canon, let’s put it that way.

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.  —  Your local patron saint of lost causes, a heroic entity who has overcome betrayal and judgement to become an existence that can save the world. Also she’s tall and strong and hot and nice, what more could you want? Huh? You want more than being hugged by a 6′4″ lady??? Sona can also be in various countries, and can participate very easily in fluff, angst, and all sorts of other types of threads.

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).  —  Lots of angst and drama, a bit of a loner with a distant vibe. Having no etwahl and not playing music kills the interest and ‘usual interactions’ for a lot of people, and being mute & not jumping to telepathy can make threads dry and slow. Being a ‘sexy boob lady’ ( u g h ) also has painted her in a certain light - I’ll never forget that someone said that ‘ofc everyone ships with Sona, she’s the village bicycle.’ I’ve made her exceptionally strong ( almost overpowered ), and that doesn’t jive with people sometimes - shoving in all these themes that I personally like and crafting an interesting story of a divine / demonic seer witch who doesn’t know what to do with herself, is finally ‘too strong’, and finds power distasteful... The themes can be a little depressing and cold, even when she acts nice. And seeing “Even though she feels nothing, she still acts nice” in character can feel... tiring. A mute is not an easy person to write with, and I don’t shy away from trying to give the impression that ‘waiting for Sona to communicate can be tiring’ - because I want my readers and mutuals to feel the kinds of things she goes through everyday. While I try to make the blog accessible, Sona has a speech disability, and that can be tiring.

Also that she doesn’t act like a fancy noble... I don’t know. I feel like the way that I write her is very, very different to the fandom’s impression of her, and that leaves people disillusioned. “This isn’t what I expected or signed up for.” She’s just not that person... And because she doesn’t speak, a lot of prompts are off limits. I’ve also recently reset because I wanted to emphasize that she is patient, grim, and secretive while still being kind. I’ve toned down her tendency for mischief a lot, she used to be an absolute gremlin.

A lot of these things also apply to my other Sona blog ( @virtuous-dignity​ ), where she is extremely structured and self-confident and a bit of a recluse, so while she’s much much nicer, she’s also a complete hardass. It’s rough stuff, especially since I make sure to point out, “hey this Sona practices music over 8 hours every day.” “Hey this Sona finds it morally wrong to play music for small audiences.” There are certain traits that just cut ideas in the bud.

What inspired you to rp your muse?  —  I played Sona a lot in bot lane. Multiple years of sexist remarks, shitty writing, and bad characterization made me frustrated. A lot of things were left unexplained and the etwahl felt like too much of a focus that I could not answer, “who is Sona besides a musician with a fancy instrument”. She has to be someone, right? But we never get to that in the story ( nor in the apparent upcoming lore rework either... ). She has to be someone, her being a famous musician is not everything. So I forcibly tossed aside the music part, especially to also prevent accidentally being pulled into ‘your music is so pretty’ plots. Plus: I wanted to write a character with an internal conflict who was going through some things but wanted to be nice anyway - I believe in that idea a lot. And I wanted to write a character that, tbh, could ship and flirt and just... be flirty and easy going more ( hah! didn’t work out so great now! ). My first canon characters were a ‘left by the void Malz’ dealing with his sins and Ori, who I talk about below, and neither were really great for getting that flirty vibe out. I also really wanted to emphasize that... Well, to be blunt, that if I wrote Sona as sexually promiscuous, that wasn’t a bad thing. That ‘being sexy’ and ‘sex positive’ did not equal ‘objectified tiddy witch’ and ‘perfect candidate for oppai mouse pad’ and other things I’ve heard directed at me in my league experience. Many, many things. Ugh. It kind of did end up turning into a thing where Sona herself draws an interesting line between ‘haha I can tell everyone’s looking at me with those eyes and it’s the fucking worst’ and ‘ok but I trust you and am in bed with you, so I want you to grab me’ - but that’s getting more into ns/fw topics so I’ll leave it there. 

What keeps your inspiration going?  —  All my characters tend to be expressions of myself, as well as answering important thematic questions, like “What does it mean to be rejected by your home and no longer have a place”, and some other stuff. I usually go back to that. Plus, exploring concepts around abandonment and loneliness is something I do a lot with her - feelings of neglect and disillusionment, and ideas surrounding “do I need to like someone or be liked by someone to treat them with dignity”. ( virtuous-dignity, on the other hand, was created because I wanted to write something as soft and uwu as possible, and then it turned into something about ‘balancing dignity for oneself with duty to others’ and handling those kinds of conflicts. )

I also really do enjoy, on some level, turning people around on these characters. “You made me care about character x” is such high praise.

My muse is:   canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless /

Is your character popular in the fandom?  YES / NO.

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK. ( idk, how many of you think robots are hot- )

Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK. ( I think people downplay Ori’s intelligence a lot, but Riot also casually implied she did open heart surgery on herself so??? )

Are they underrated?  YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO / MAYBE ?

Were they relevant for the main character?  YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG.

Are they widely known in their world?  YES / NO / MAYBE ?

How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL.

How strictly do you follow canon?  — hahahahahahaha. hah. hah. Sorry. Everything I write is divergent by default.

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.  —  A genius inventor and cute spherical robot duo who speak to other robots and shoot lightning, run around acting cute, and try to save their city one step at a time - all while dealing with deep existential dread and fighting off a fate that decrees Ori’s death. Between ‘pancake bot’ and Ori being an accidental flirt, there’s plenty of variety and development here as my oldest canon muse. Not to mention that the blog ‘grows’ and ‘changes’, and in the last year, Ori has taken to dying her hair pink ( because Vi is cool is why, just don’t let her near a rifle or she’ll try to imitate Cait ). I also regularly think about / draw different hairstyles and clothing styles. Ori is very much ‘alive’, the most so out of the three muses on this blog. A human that has the memories of being a robot, trying to live on and live a good life. Also, there are bird, angel, and time themes. So many clocks. Mega clocks!

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).  —  Deep angst and existential dread, because she knows her fate is to die and she’s cheated time. Themes of dysphoria and other troubling topics abound. Being stuck in time loops, thinking she’s an aberration, needing crutches because her legs stop working, etc.

Also, removing the fact that she is a robotic automaton is a bunch of the appeal of Ori. Or well, it’s what makes her character ‘interesting and unique’ to many. Without that, she is ‘yet another Zaunite’, as the thing that made her most interesting was her death and rebirth. ( Nevermind that her entire story is that she’s a selfless person but- I’m supposed  to act like she’s bad, right? )

What inspired you to rp your muse?  —  Hey remember when institute of war was a thing? And then when it wasn’t? And Ori’s lore was “died to a turret shot trying to be a champion”... and then it was up in the air for two years?

That’s why. If no one else will love her, I will. She deserves better. And then the lore became close to my lore so I rewrote everything a second time trying to stick to the themes I had.

Ori’s thematic question is, “What do you do when you don’t recognize yourself anymore? How do you get back to ‘okay’ and what do you do from there?” It’s a pretty dim question that has a lot to do with body image, but also to do with abandonment and neglect, and  just dropping out of people’s lives. I think that’s something that people can really relate to. I originally wrote her on a multi with a ‘post void Malz’, who was dealing with the trauma of being puppeted around for years and all the things he had done, trying to get back to ‘okay’ without getting killed. More below:

What keeps your inspiration going?  —  Themes as noted above, Ori is super cute, and a lot of my art & general ideas. I’ve kind of turned these three characters in borderline OCs and keep developing them as they grow... Sometimes I think the stories and concepts I’ve written have outgrown the fandom. And thinking about her, and how she would live, and what her story is... mmm.

Also, the themes I write... I think they matter. Maybe it’s not obvious to anyone but myself, but writing a character who feels dysphoria and hates their body for ‘betraying them’... is relatable. It’s not nice. It’s not simple. But it’s relatable and it matters. Ori’s theme on this blog has a lot to do with “fighting a fate that says you’re going to lose and defying expectations” as well as “coming back from something wicked and rotten in your psyche/body”. And I do write some other skin verses for her but they’re all adapted to meet that theme. ( For example, in SG, she rises to guardian after finding out she’s fated to become a dark star and fights that fight alone, because ‘hell no she’s not going to go dark’. This was 5+ years ago back when there were theories SG and DS were same universe. )

Mostly it’s writing about these themes of expectation and reality. Overprotective parent, absentee parent, dealing with trauma... All my writing is like that. It can make my characters seem overly tragic, yes, but these ideas are not so far gone that they’re completely irrelevant and beyond belief. I’m sure many people have experienced emotional exhaustion and problems with body image. Even though I do write ‘polite but ready to fight’ characters only... Well, I believe in exploring and expressing these kinds of problems. Inner conflict and all. But also fluff! Fluff is really nice! Talk to her about pancake robot.

I also really do enjoy, on some level, turning people around on these characters. “You made me care about character x” is such high praise.

My muse is:   canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless /

Is your character popular in the fandom?  YES / NO. ( post rework??? oh my god )

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK.

Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK. ( hard to consider ‘martial’ characters strong when Xer/ath and Syn/dra exist )

Are they underrated?  YES / NO. ( she’s a little overrated, isn’t she?  )

Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO / MAYBE ?

Were they relevant for the main character?  YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG.

Are they widely known in their world?  YES / NO / MAYBE ?

How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL.

How strictly do you follow canon?  — I still draw from old lore with her big four blades of doom and ‘reviving’ with the help of Raka ( though I leave it vague / easy to gloss over ). I also had a lot of ideas about music and rhythm and tradition before the update ( drums were a big thing for her, so strong percussive beats and motions reign over the more silk and ribbon dances that flow more, drawing on things like Zelos existing, Lito’s lessons & harsh behavior, and her own internalized habits of trying to calm herself ), so I draw on those a ton. For me, the progression is ‘classic’ -> ‘infiltrator / nightblade ‘ -> ‘aviator’ all as one timeline. Also wrote her as being ‘missing in action’, which makes the awaken cinematic weird. I also really try to emphasize that she’s an emotionally stunted wardog with scars and not ultra pretty, so.

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.  —  A world traveler and a wardog, you can find her anywhere, any time, ready to kick some butt and enjoy the local food. Her simmering fury is a counterpoint to her relatively muted demeanor and adventurous spirit. However you may find her, there’s a definite charm to being flown up above the clouds to watch a sunset and talk. She will fly you where you need to be.

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).  —  I’m a little stuck on old lore and writing Lia as a character that has “left behind” her past and is pretending to be dead does make certain interactions tough. She’s also a deeply stunted character, emotionally, and I write her ten years of experience as having chilled her to a cold, ever burning ember rather than a passionate flame. Also, ‘aviator’ is kind of weird to handle for a lot of people.

What inspired you to rp your muse?  —  This one is really simple. When this blog started, the only splash where Irelia was smiling was the aviator splash. That’s it. That as the whole reason. “I want her to be happy and have found her happiness.”

What keeps your inspiration going?  —  I will admit that Lia is the character that I give the least attention to out of these three, and part of it is because I don’t really do flirting or shipping with her as much. She’s not one to reach out to others, and there are a lot of popular Lia blogs to the point that when I, as a multi, write with someone... She probably isn’t the first pick.

But I just... want her to be happy. That’s it. As I mentioned with the Ori section, what I’ve worked out for her has kind of outgrown the fandom itself, she’s become a different entity. Her themes largely involve recovery and finding oneself anew, and writing a character that is passionate about others while still being cool-headed is some of the variety I need. Because Lia is ace/homosexual, she sits out on a lot of the flirty content, but the chances I get to write her being romantic and caring... my god. Just a few posts back and forth with @unholyshe​ ‘s Akali and a So/na I used to write with....... Unforgettable. ( On that note go follow @unholyshe​ what a good writer, gosh dang. ) It’s these small interactions I find intensely compelling, and having a ‘quiet intensity’ and really thinking about her body language...

Also it’s nice to write a character with little secret agenda, who is just straightforward. “Will I enjoy kissing you? Only one way to find out. ‘It was okay.’ “ A ‘the only way forward is through, just do it’ attitude is refreshing.

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Learning to write all three characters helps me write the others: The little things I think about that are specific to each person really help me out for the others. The depth of using body language from Sona bleeds into how Lia uses body language, and how Ori doesn’t ( even common ticks ), etc etc. Ori’s blunt, observational style of speaking ( telling you that you look good like it’s an observational fact ) helps me understand how to be straightforward with Lia.

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES …? / NO. ( sometimes I do get very anxious abt it, esp. since I’m so divergent and do things like ‘so/na is one part succubus lol’ )

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO. ( do excerpts count? less headcanons and more musings, since I’m on like 5+ years with 2/3 of these. )

Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES / NO. ( time is not a thing but I used to write a ton, my drabble energy goes to novels now )

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day?  YES / NO. ( this is why you see mobile posts from me constantly, and so many excerpts / musings ).

Are you confident in your portrayal?   YES / NO. ( It’s what I want but it can also be disillusioning / disappointing to people so. Dunno. Anxiety. =/  )

Are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO. ( It takes me a bit to warm up to a character again, but yes. I know my writing is not bad but I can be a little insecure about it. )

Are you a sensitive person?  YES / NO. ( Very. I cry a lot and I get upset pretty easily. Sometimes I end up being really cold instead but idk. )

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal?  — To a point. Sometimes criticism is irrelevant or meaningless, or is just personal taste. “Sona shouldn’t be that strong” isn’t helpful ( but thinking about ways to pare down the complexity is good! ) Sometimes I get criticism that is the equivalent of tasting a chocolate cake and going, “It should have been vanilla, I like vanilla better.” That’s cool, but that has nothing to do with the taste of the chocolate cake I made. ( Ori as a human isn’t interesting, talk more about Sona & the etwahl even though it’s broken, Lia flying doesn’t make sense, etc - these are foundational flavors, so what can I do? ).

Also sometimes people make comments that make me feel they’re just being petty / catty and not sincere. I’ve seen quite a few hypocritical comments and it’s hard to take them seriously. So, yes, but ‘to a point’... Mostly I take suggestions, which I then talk about for the muse. Exploring those ideas. Unsolicited criticism is... hmm. In my experience, about half of it isn’t constructive. And from the wrong person, it can sound judgemental. 

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character?  — Of course? I love asks. Always. Great. Awesome. If I have a chance to draw to answer these asks, even better.

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why?  —  Not really. I’m divergent, they probably disagree because they have a different vision for the character. I’ll be honest here and say I’ve had enough people tell me that “my portrayals are not what they expected” that this can be... disheartening. I usually have a good reason for 80% of my hcs. If we’re talking in IMs though or just conversing, I’m totally fine with it. This comes back to unsolicited criticism - to be a little blunt, some people just straight up don’t know what they’re talking about. And given that I put a bunch of effort in trying to make sure most of my headcanons can be glossed over, so it doesn’t cause conflict and my ‘ultra grim take’ doesn’t cause the end times... I dunno. I’d rather that someone tell me “the kind of interactions they want”, so I can lean into that direction. If you just want fluff, I can leave most of my darker hcs for So/na at the door... But you need to tell me that, so I can work with you. 

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it?  — just leave? huh? I mean, I already know people disagree. If you’re not rude, then we’ll just move on and be chill. Otherwise... well, we won’t be chill and you can still go, but I’ll consider you a dick. I don’t expect everyone to agree with “Ori is a human”, but why bring that up to me?

This is why a lot of the time, when people talk about characters and my muses, my brain defaults to “Well that has nothing to do with me.” Why should I invest any time being upset that people are disappointed with my portrayal or I’m not what they expected. It’s exhausting. People have some really strong opinions about Lia and Sona sometimes, but... ‘that has nothing to do with me.’ There’s no point in trying to convince someone to try your flavor of ice cream when they’ve already decided what flavor and toppings they want. It just leads to tremendous insecurity. I should not have to argue that ‘my portrayal is worth paying attention to’. 

Ugh. I might be too sensitive about this. There was a point where people really got in the habit of saying, “this is how character x is” ( not their muse ), and it felt like someone trying to enter my kitchen. It did not feel like a suggestion or an idea. It was an assertive, “this is how Irelia is” by, say... a Ry/ze or Ken/nen blog or something. That felt extremely isolating and alienating to me, because it felt like I could not participate in that conversation at all. Or stuff after. I had to sideline myself, because... that has nothing to do with me or my interpretations. Ofc griping at them is wrong because I know they mean, ‘this is how I see it’, but ye. I’m short tempered and easily upset. Working on it.

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it?  — um? bye? hello?

god I used to go “ ok that’s cool you don’t like my portrayal, here are some other great So/na blogs that I love” but I realized that I was directing someone who felt the need to tell me my portrayal or character is bad to those people... and no. no no no. I still feel a little guilty about it, because thinking I directed a toxic person to my duplicates...  yuck.

If you don’t like the characters, or you don’t like my divergent takes, that’s fine. I get it’s not for everyone. Just unfollow me. You’re not paying me. You’re not under any obligation. To an extent, i don’t mind being critical of the character, but there’s a difference between being critical and being hateful to someone’s muse? And it depends a lot on how close I am with a person. For example, I think Sy/las is a complete scumbag and I hate him, but I don’t go yelling that to every Sy/las blog I see. C’mon.

Another bit of salt but it’s... kind of a sad topic, really. There are some characters people love to hate, whereas other ones get the ‘protection squad’. And in general it’s really disheartening to see someone shittalk Lux every two weeks, but go ‘these other champs are off limits’. If you have that attitude, it makes me think you’ll shittalk my characters the moment they get popular ( COUGHIRELIACOUGH ) and that’s kind of sad. And mean. So general advice on this is: Probably just don’t tell someone you hate their muse, you know? Idk. Everyone has their own tolerance level too so. meh.

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?  —  Somewhat.  Not much to say here, sometimes I am very tired, sometimes I comma splice like a madman, sometimes I overuse hyphen dashes to avoid deciding whether to use a comma, period, or semicolon - like this. I don’t need an editor. English is my first language. But if there’s something egregious or you have tips, let me know? I’m someone who looks up grammar rules regularly, and breaks teh rules just as regularly. Knowing when and how to break grammar rules is useful. Though I do tend to... overuse something once I’ve learned it. Hyphen dash, I’m looking at you.

Do you think you are easy going as a mun?   — Yes and no. I’m chill, I can be a little overly passionate, and I’m pretty quick to apologize... But I have certain moral standards and if you break those, you’re done. Also I can be a vengeful bastard. I try to give as much benefit of the doubt as I can and many chances, but I’ve noticed that I really... have a sour attitude towards a lot more people than I expect. Sometimes people who are very well liked, just because they said or did something that ticked me off. Luckily, I have the special skill of not being a jerk even if I don’t like you, and overall trying to be nice to most people, so it usually won’t matter. 

Ah and I can be a little selective in who I talk to / play favorites a bit. I’m a busy person with an adult life and a stressful job, I only have so much patience. I skip from “tolerating it” to “leaving”, and that can seem like I ghosted, but that’s not always the case. Just better to leave than to pick fights. I have some pretty strict standards and harsh opinions. Short temper. Vengeful. Alas.

Somehow people think I am very nice and baby, so take that for what you will. Pft. I just want people to be happy and feel comfortable and okay. Wrong is wrong, blah blah blah ok I stop now.

That’s about it, congrats for filling out!

( If you managed to read all this, with 3 full muses... Let me know, I want to hug you??? )

#long post tw #ooc #//...I think this took me over an hour to write oops.

[controloffandoms]

Broken Faith (Dick Grayson x Reader)

Prompt: 67. “You’re bleeding all over my carpet.” - 72. “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”

-From THIS prompt list

Pairing: Dick Grayson x reader

Words: 4550

Warnings: Blood, cussing, mention of death, mentions of torture, some F bomb

Author’s Note: (Y/E/N) = your enemy’s name. This is a very long one. Longer than I usually post on here...but it’s been something that’s been stuck in my mind. I really like this one, it’s one of my favorites. I could see this having a part 2, let me know if you guys want one. ALSO I will be starting tags if anyone wants to be tagged in a certain line of stories, let me know.

Part 2      Part 3    Part 4     Part 5      Part 6

You hadn’t expected the mission to take that wrong of a turn. It was supposed to be an easy in and out, but something had gone wrong during the middle of the mission that you couldn’t have accounted for. Hostages and lots of guns. Way more than the intel had given you. Did that change how you went about the mission? Slightly, but the mission was still clear. Get the intel.

Were you going to leave the hostages? Hell no. Your mission was clear, the League only wanted the intel, but you had standards. You weren’t going to leave them, no matter the ultimatum that the Bat himself had given you.

Like your boyfriend, you didn’t much like Batman. Dick and him had a falling out after Dick expressed that he wanted to go a separate way for a bit after Wally died. While he was gone searching for himself, you had moved up and into the League, though you had taken over the Young Justice teams and making sure they didn’t get themselves killed.

You did have to answer to the Bat though and that's what had brought you here. While Dick wasn’t completely back on the Young Justice team, he was always looking out for them which is why Batman wanted you on this mission. Batman had said it was too dangerous for the younger heroes to be sent on, but with your skill set, it would be an easy mission for you.

Well, apparently he didn’t have all of the information.

You gracefully moved to where you could get into the secured room that held all the computers with the names and files on everything this organization was in to. As the door opened, you slipped in.

Once inside, you took stock of how many people you were going to have to take down before getting the intel. Fifteen. Too many. One of them could slip out or call over the radio to the others and that would lead to not only the hostages being killed, but you as well.

Slipping into the rafters, you turned your com on and tried to contact the Watchtower where Batman was no doubt monitoring all the missions the League and Young Justice had going on. “Batman, I know you’re there. Please answer.”

Silence is what met you.

“Batman, this mission is too dangerous for just myself. I need back up.”

Again, no one replied.

“We have hostages and before I could get the intel, I would be killed along with them. We have too many warm bodies.”

Static.

“Batman, if you’re listening, forget our differences. I need help. I’m admitting it. I can’t do this by myself. This is a suicide mission and I can’t get out without alerting them to my presence. I need backup and I’m begging you to send backup. Please.”

Again nothing.

You opened your com to the wide range, hoping you’d be able to catch any of the League members who had their coms on. “(Y/H/N) to anyone listening. I need backup. I’m not going to make this one by myself. The intel was wrong. I need help-”

Sirens started going off, and you looked at one of the screens to see three hostages being shot down as they tried to run. Then you saw one screen with your backside on it. “They know I’m here. If anyone is getting this, I need your help.”

You turned to the bot and smashed it as you flew down from the rafters. You knocked out ten of the guys before even giving them a chance to grab their weapons. You plugged the transmitter into the main computer before fighting off the rest of the guys in the room and those that came in through the door. You just had to keep them occupied enough for the whole system to be transmitted to the Watchtower before you made your way out of the room and to the hostages.

Gunshots rang out as you dodged and weaved through the army of combatants. It was right at this moment that you cursed yourself for the choice to not kill anyone as a vigilante. When incapacitating them, it took longer and sometimes they didn’t stay down as long as you liked.

Looking at the time, you had at least five more minutes before the transmission would be complete and you could try to get the hostages and yourself out of this alive.

You groaned as you felt a bullet pierce your armor and hit you in the torso. You had already taken multiple bullets to the torso, it seemed the armor had been to its breaking point, allowing the bullet to pierce your skin. As you got knocked around and knocked more of the goons out, you could feel your exhaustion growing. You had already had multiple bullets graze or imbed themselves in your arms and torso, not to mention the knives that had sliced your face and neck.

Once the time was up, you grabbed the transmitter and ran like hell out the door. There was no point in stealth anymore as you made your way to the hostages and attacked their guards. Once you incapacitated them, you released them from their cages. “You’ve got to get out of here now. Don’t stop. Don’t look back. Just run like hell.”

As you watched the hoard of the organization run at you, you found a spot to hide out and shoot your darts from. “To anyone listening, I don’t think I’m getting out of this one. There’s too many of them, I can’t even get to the hostages anymore. I can hear them being slaughtered. I transmitted the intel to the Watchtower, so you’ll have everything you need to bring the organization down. Young Justice, if you get to listen to this, I’m sorry I won’t be there for you anymore. You mean the world to me-” you let out a surprised yelp as the box next to you was blown up. “Guess that’s the way I’m going to go out. They’re gonna shish kabob me,” you laughed sourly.

“You know, Bats, I think this is how Jason felt when Joker was about to blow him up. He knew no one was coming for him, or, at least, no one was going to get there in time. I believe he also cursed at how he didn’t have the guts to kill before he got killed, which I have to say is a very tempting thought. Guess I just don’t want to disappoint Nightwing. He’s the only person that’s keeping me from killing these sons of bitches.”

You winced as you heard more hostages scream and call out for you in agony. You whispered out, brokenly, “I can’t save them. They’re dying and I’m just hiding behind a crate, holding myself together and trying to make sure I don’t die. What kind of a hero does that make me?” You groaned as you shifted. “They got me good in that room. I’m not going to be able to make a run for it.”

“Do you think I’ll see Wally on the other side? Or Jaybird? God, I hope it’s not just me over there. I think I’d go insane. Maybe I’ll see my parents again. Or my siblings.” Tears were freely falling over your face. “I’m so sorry. God, Wing, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t make it until the end of your sabbatical. I know we had a deal. I’m sorry.”

You took in a deep breath, groaning as you turned around. “Here goes nothing,” you whispered to yourself. “This is gonna hurt. Just try not to get shot again. Avoid knives. Avoid the flame thrower. Who the hell owns a freaking flamethrower? Okay, now you’re getting distracted. And...Go.”

You shot out of your hiding place and threw your throwing stars at the first line of offence you saw. You hid behind a pillar next, breathing hard. You watched as your blood pooled around your feet.

Coming out from behind the pillar, you attacked the person closest to you, using him as a shield as you got closer to the group of killers. You knocked the man out and attacked the next person and the next until you finally fell and couldn’t get back up.

You waited for the kill shot to come, but it never did, only the blackness of unconsciousness did.

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You slowly woke up to the pain and aches of your body. You let out a low groan as you opened your eyes to a bright light. “You’re awake. Wonderful. We’ll be escorting you to the big boss. Try anything and you won’t like the outcome.”

You barely understood anything he said before he was uncuffing you and dragging you along through the compound. Once you reached the desired room, you were unceremoniously thrown to the ground. You didn’t even try to push yourself up, knowing it would end in failure.

A couple of minutes later, the door opened again and a man walked in. “You’re bleeding all over my carpet,” he stated as he sat down.

“I’ll try to keep my blood to myself. Afterall, I should be so thankful your men injured me enough to make me bleed. Remind me to thank them when I see them,” you ground out as you sat up.

“Keep talking like that and you’ll have a couple more injuries to catalogue.”

“Do your worst.”

He laughed, the laugh sending shivers down your spine. In all the intel Batman had given you, you’d never seen the boss’s face nor his name. Now, looking back on it, you probably shouldn’t have taken the mission. A lot of information was missing.

“I know people who would pay loads of money to have you all to themselves-”

“Just realize that The Joker would screw you over and you wouldn’t get paid from him,” you stated as you glared at him.

“Oh, worse than Joker, darling. I was thinking more along the lines of (Y/E/N). Seems to hate you more than the rest.”

“A lot of people hate me,” you stated.

“You know, those last words of yours, very touching. The Bat left out a lot of information when he gave you this mission, didn’t he? He sent you on a suicide mission and you went along with it. I thought you vigilantes were meant to be smart. No one is going to look for you. The Bat won’t send anyone to look for your body. What a good day it is to be a villain.”

You stayed quiet as you thought it over. Did Batman leave out information just to get rid of you? Did he hate you that much?

“Hit a nerve, did I?” He was smirking and standing in front of his desk now. “Did you really believe any of them cared about you? Guess I shouldn’t be surprised. From your file, it seems you put your faith in everyone, even those who have hurt you before. Like you put your faith in the Bat’s intel even after your falling out with him.”

“And what do you? Sit in this office all day and instill fear into your followers? That’s no way to run an organization. They must have faith in you but you hate faith. You keep everyone at a distance, never letting anyone in and the second someone ‘has a falling out’ with you, you kill them. One loose screw, and your whole organization will fall apart, I can guarantee that. At least in my faith, I know that the League will always stand while organization like yours fall, sometimes not even by vigilante hands.”

He smirked before lifting you up and slamming you into the wall. “I’m going to enjoy breaking the faith you have during your stay here.”

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8 weeks later

Your bruised and bloody body was strung from the ceiling. You had just finished a round of what you liked to call ‘hit the pinata’ where the goons used different objects to see what they did to your body. Now they were moving on to the slicing parts of your body open phase. It was almost the same routine every day. They’d do the pinata thing then slice your body open before leaving and the Boss would come in and ask you some questions. When he didn’t get the answer he wanted, he’d have the men come back in and break your bones or electrocute you or waterboard you.

In the distance, you heard gun fire. You raised your head slightly. You had given up three weeks ago or so on anyone ever finding you, but that didn’t mean that you told the Boss everything he wanted to know. It also didn’t mean you didn’t stop dreaming of finally being rescued from this hell hole.

The two men in the room looked at each other before looking at you. You simply raised an eyebrow at them as one of them left to see what the commotion was. The one left in the room, continued to torture you as the sounds of fighting got closer.

You let out a humorless laugh as the man continued to cut you open. The man stepped in front of you and glared, “why are you laughing?”

You smirked before responding, “you’re about to be in a world of hurt.”

Before the man could respond, the door was blown open and three vigilantes you thought you’d never see again walked through the opening. Damian was the one to take down the man holding the knife while Conner broke your bindings and Nightwing caught you as you fell.

A soft groan left your lips and Nightwing apologized as he shifted you in his arms. “You’re going to be okay. I’m going to make sure you’re okay,” he kept muttering over and over.

You reached a heavy hand up to his cheek to stop him for a second. You licked your dry, split lips before opening your mouth. “Just smile, I really need you to smile right now.”

Dick paused before giving you a small smile, making the corner of your lips turn up slightly.

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Ever since you had gotten back to the medical bay at Mount Justice, you’d just stared at the wall. You hadn’t talked to Dick again which really worried him, and you wouldn’t talk to Damien, Tim, Barbara, or Conner. You wouldn’t talk to any of your teammates from the Justice League. The only response you had given was when Batman walked into the medical bay. You’d almost hurt yourself, getting up and throwing punches at him and telling him to ‘fuck off’.

That had really worried Dick. He’s heard some of the tapes from the coms, and he guessed that there was more than he’d heard. From the way Clark and Diana acted, he guessed that they involved Bruce. That’s why he’d had Tim hack the Watchtower and retrieve the rest of the tapes. That’s what he and the other members of Young Justice were listening to as you stopped at the entrance to the common area.

“Batman, I know you’re there. Please answer.”

Static sounded.

“Batman, this mission is too dangerous for just myself. I need back up.”

You could hear the movement and talking of the organization members in the room with you.

“We have hostages and before I could get the intel, I would be killed along with them. We have too many warm bodies.”

Static.

“Batman, if you’re listening, forget our differences. I need help. I’m admitting it. I can’t do this by myself. This is a suicide mission and I can’t get out without alerting them to my presence. I need backup and I’m begging you to send backup. Please.”

Silence.

They heard tinkering with the com before your voice filled the room again. “(Y/H/N) to anyone listening. I need backup. I’m not going to make this one by myself. The intel was wrong. I need help-”

Gunshots sounded and they heard your intake of breath. “They know I’m here. If anyone is getting this, I need your help.”

The sounds of gunfire and fighting could be heard for the next several minutes as you remembered every movement you made in that compound. You were brought from your memories as you heard your voice again.

“You’ve got to get out of here now. Don’t stop. Don’t look back. Just run like hell.”

Your hisses of pain and gunfire were the only things heard as the running and screaming hostages faded away. “To anyone listening, I don’t think I’m getting out of this one. There’s too many of them, I can’t even get to the hostages anymore. I can hear them being slaughtered. I transmitted the intel to the Watchtower, so you’ll have everything you need to bring the organization down. Young Justice, if you get to listen to this, I’m sorry I won’t be there for you anymore. You mean the world to me-” The slight scream that had left your mouth made you jump. “Guess that’s the way I’m going to go out. They’re gonna shish kabob me.” You even had to admit that the laugh you let out sounded defeated. It kind of scared you.

“You know, Bats, I think this is how Jason felt when Joker was about to blow him up. He knew no one was coming for him, or, at least, no one was going to get there in time. I believe he also cursed at how he didn’t have the guts to kill before he got killed, which I have to say is a very tempting thought. Guess I just don’t want to disappoint Nightwing. He’s the only person that’s keeping me from killing these sons of bitches.” You could see the team was tense and Dick was ready to punch something. His jaw was clenched and his fists were tightly wrapped around the arms of the chair he at in.

The screams and groans of the men and women being slaughtered was heard in the background before your voice was heard again. You could hear how broken you were becoming over the whole situation. “I can’t save them. They’re dying and I’m just hiding behind a crate, holding myself together and trying to make sure I don’t die. What kind of a hero does that make me?” Your own groan was heard this time. “They got me good in that room. I’m not going to be able to make a run for it.”

A couple of labored breaths later and you spoke again.

“Do you think I’ll see Wally on the other side? Or Jaybird? God, I hope it’s not just me over there. I think I’d go insane. Maybe I’ll see my parents again. Or my siblings.” You could hear the tears in your voice as you spoke. “I’m so sorry. God, Wing, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t make it until the end of your sabbatical. I know we had a deal. I’m sorry.”

Dick shuddered as he put his face in his hands. Much of the team was already crying.

Your deep breathing and groans were heard on the audio. “Here goes nothing,” you whispered to yourself. “This is gonna hurt. Just try not to get shot again. Avoid knives. Avoid the flame thrower. Who the hell owns a freaking flamethrower? Okay, now you’re getting distracted. And...Go.”

The rest of the audio was full of fighting and you and the people you were able to take down groaning.

You were looking at the ground as you spoke to the group who had no idea you were there. “I could probably find the tapes of my torture if you would like to see those too. Hear the things that were said and what I said. Want to watch me give up on everything? That’s there too. Continue to torture yourselves, it’s amusing,” you growled out as you walked into the room.

“What happened on those audio tapes...it’s not going to be something I forget, nor will I ever be fully over it. The thing that happened to me in that compound have changed me, I’m not going to deny it. The one thing that I have control over is how you all see me. Torturing yourselves with these audio tapes is not how I want you to start looking at me, like I’m some broken toy. I thought for sure I was going to die in there just to find out that the head of the organization wanted to keep me around for information and a fun play thing. What you’ve heard on those tapes were what I thought were my last thoughts. Well, they aren’t my last thoughts, I’m still alive. So get over it. If I hear those tapes again or hear you talking about those tapes, I will hurt each and every person who is involved. I want to put that part of my experience in the compound behind me. You should as well.” By this point, you were leaning heavily against the wall as your strength diminished.

Dick was quick to stand beside you and help you to the chair he had previously been in. You hissed as you sat down and glared at those who gave you pitying looks. “I would like to see the tapes of your torture so I can do the same to the bastard that hurt you,” Damien stated after a stretch of silence.

You rose an eyebrow as you looked at him, a small chuckle leaving your body. “If anyone is going to do anything to him, it will be me. I’d like to break him like he broke me,” you whispered the last part, looking down at your hands.

The faith you’d had in the teams at the start of the mission had slowly been broken in your eight weeks with the boss of the organization. He’d been right. He did break my faith. He’d enjoyed it too. “(Y/N), you’re not broken. You’re just on the mend,” Conner tried to comfort.

My eyes snapped up to him. “By the time you got there, I had given up on being found. I’d given up on all of you. Every day for eight weeks he would come in and not only try to get information from me, but slowly break away the trust and faith I had in each and every one of you. By the time you got there, I was hoping that every day he’d come in, he’d order me to be killed. By the time you got there I was ready to die. By the time you fucking got there, all of me was tired and broken!”

Your rant had left you breathless. You voice had broken on the last couple of words from not using your voice much over the past week. But you weren’t finished. Before anyone could speak, you continued in a quieter tone. “Batman and I had a falling out. Yet I put my faith in him for this mission where all the intel was wrong. It was supposed to be only about forty men in the compound. If there were any hostages, there were only going to be about three. The room where all the intel I needed would be an easy in and out with only two or so men in there and barely any guns. When I got there, there were about forty hostages, hundreds of men, and hundreds of guns. The room was extremely hard to get in. I had to wait for someone to open the door to slip in so I wouldn’t be seen.

“To top it all off, when I radioed the Tower, no one answered, but I knew someone had to be monitoring the ongoing missions, including mine. I knew that Batman was the one on monitoring duty. He never responded to me and yet he has all of these tapes of what I said during my mission. So the first person I lost faith in was in the middle of my mission and that person was Batman because he left me to die in that place. He sent me on a suicide mission. I didn’t fully lose faith until I met with the Boss of the organization when he mentioned there was intel that The Bat had left out.

“Then, over the next week, I lost faith in the Justice League because they’re the best of the best and are suppose to be able to find their team members and help them when they’re in need. They’re suppose to have your back. I realized that I didn’t matter to them. That if I died, they wouldn’t care because I had never truly been one of them.

“Over the course of the next couple of weeks, I lost my faith in each of you individually, starting with the newer members, of course because I hadn’t known you as long. Weeks seven and eight, I lost my faith in all of the Bat siblings because I thought, surely, if anyone could find me, it would have been them. With Red Robin’s hacking skills, Nightwing’s determination, Robin’s loyalty, and Bat Girl’s caring nature they would be able to find me.

“Do you want to know how he made me lose faith in the four of you? He would break every single bone in my body before feeding me an elixir that healed the bones and then he would show me the headlines about all of you going on in your daily crime fighting. It was like you all had forgotten about me. But what really put the final nail in the coffin was the headline with a picture of the whole team smiling together like there was not a care in the world. I don’t even remember the story behind it, but all I know is I wasn’t in the picture and you all looked happy as could be. That’s when I really started to think about Jaybird. I wondered if that was how he felt leading up to his death...but this was so much worse because I’m still alive. I have to live with these feelings and he got to die and not have to feel this way anymore.

“I look at all of you every single day when you come to visit and all I can think about is how much I hate you all for leaving me there with him for eight weeks. I hate you for letting me become so broken that I can’t even trust my boyfriend anymore. I hate you for making me question who I am and who I was.”

You took a deep breath before standing up. “Eight weeks is a long time for someone hoping they’ll die just so they don’t have to deal with what they feel for people they once cared about. The sad thing is, I’m so fucking loyal to each and every one of you so I can’t walk away. I’d still fucking die for you, but I hate you. Tell me how I can live with that for the rest of my life. I wish he’d have killed me long before you found me.”

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Sound of Silence | Peter x Reader

note: this fanfic is on an odd timeline. its post civil war given that peter has been introduced, but the avengers are still kickin’ and haven’t split up. i did not include thor (though he is mentioned) or bruce because their whereabouts are unknown during the civil war movie. i also didn’t include a few other more minor characters, hope you guys understand and enjoy regardless!

Anonymous asked:  Please can you write a fanfiction where reader is in a relationship with Peter Parker and is seen as sort of the Daughter (TM) of the group, and reader thinks that they have died but then finds out they're alive. Thank you for the blog.

i love this request! being the child of the group is such a dream honestly... I want them to care for me. also, peter is a sweetheart. it took me forever but i hope you enjoy the read!

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Sound of Silence

The ground felt like it was shifting beneath your feet, the stones from crumbled streets and monuments rattling as you tried to steady yourself by crouching. Creatures you’d only just gotten familiar with began to shove their way through the layers on concrete, breaking up pieces of the road as they surfaced and shook off the dust like dogs out of water. These creatures were different than any others you’d faced: they moved like animals but could also manage to run on two legs, their heads resembling mechanical masks with large teeth, three green glowing eyes on their forehead. Their battle screeches left your ears ringing, hands clasping over each side of your head and trying to not tip over.

The creatures were quick to surround you, all howling their horrendous calls, and some digging artificial looking claws into the ground before lunging at you. With the dizzying effect of the sounds assaulting you, you barely were able to canter just enough for the creatures nails to skim the sleeve of your outfit before another followed its attack. Unlike the first one this one hit you dead on, knocking the wind out of you as it grounded itself on your chest and made an effort to bite at your throat and face.

“Tony!” you shouted as you tried to keep the biting animal away from your face. “Little help over here!”

“Gotcha, comin’ in hot- don’t move!”

In seconds bullets sprayed the surrounding area and with the sound of metal hitting metal the alien beast’s eyes dimmed, flickered, and it’s entirely body stilled. An exhausted sigh left your lips and you rolled it off only to see the other creatures had also been nailed.

“___, are you good over there?” Came Steve’s voice. You nodded even though he couldn’t see you, leaning forward and resting your hands on your knees. It seemed for a moment there was calm- no more odd looking dog aliens sprouting from the stone beneath your feet.

“Yeah,”  you took a look around you. “Yeah everything’s good. You?”

“Just about-” there was a howl on the other end of your ear piece and then a whining screech, then his voice again. “Now I’m good. How about you, Romanoff?”

“It’s clear where I am. I don’t know when the next wave will be.”

“Mr. Stark have you seen these before?” Peter’s voice chimed in and you shut your eyes in relief. He was okay still.

“No, but then again it’s not like we ever know what we’re up against.”

“We know they can be destroyed.” Steve replied. “That’s usually enough, right?” Though he was an expert at remaining calm you could hear the breathiness in his tone. You’d all been fighting for a long time now, and with each wave of creatures you felt yourself loosing it’s touch of skill. Luckily you could count on your fellow avengers to keep your head above the water, but you knew it was only a matter of time before they were just as tired as you were. Even Tony with his suit of Iron would find himself worn down.

“Wanda, how’s things on your end?”

“They’re calming down.” She answered with a distracted tone. You heard what you guessed was a creature exploding, followed by her relieved sigh. “I’ve got this area covered. The city has already been evacuated, hasn’t it?”

“Stark?” Steve said expectantly.

“Uh yeah,” Tony took a few moments to continue. “All good. We’re the only ones in the thunderdome.”

“Good because I think I found our guy.” Clint suddenly piped. You looked around as if to see him somewhere but instead just saw what you’d been seeing all day- destruction.  

You felt terrible for the people who would have no home to come back to, but then again this was the cost of keeping the majority of the planet alive. You sighed. “Where?”

“He’s by the east end, he’s-” Clint went silent before he returned, panicked. “___ watch your back he’s coming right for you!”

Sure enough in the distance between two buildings you saw him. He was floating a good distance, and while his body was mostly shrouded in an ugly metallic cloak, you could see his green skin and white eyes.

“Of all the people, me?” You whined, bracing yourself as he drew closer. For a moment you felt like your eyes were deceiving you when it appeared like he glitched in his spot for a moment.  When it happened again you opened your mouth to warn your teammates that he seemed to have more abilities than you’d originally thought, when a hand suddenly clasped over your throat. With the villain only inches away he lifted you without stress off the ground, your hands clawing at his hand for any type of purchase to get him to release you.

“He’s got her!” Clint’s voice cut through your earpiece again, and you heard an arrow slice through the air. Though you couldn’t see it you knew Clint had hit the villain with the audible sound of it sinking past his cloak, followed by the mostly irritated roar of the being holding you by the neck.

In his rage you were carelessly thrown god knows how far, hitting what felt like every tree and building on your way. If not for the fact that you possessed an ability to withstand intense hit’s you’d have died from the countless impacts. Though that, and obvious fighting skills were your main traits you also harbored one more gift- one that was fatal to you and those who surrounded. With enough energy at once you could blast off what felt like a wave of power that could pulse through and annihilate nearly everything in a mile radius. However this was incredibly taxing on your body and even at your age you hadn’t yet been able to control it- opting instead to storing it away for your own safety as well as everyone else's.

The moment you stopped hauling through the air and found yourself able to scrabble back to your feet the villain was gaining on you again. With his impressive speed and apparent ability to phase himself through distances you had no way of dodging the blue blast he shot at you. Though it did hurt like you’d been hit by a brick, there was something alongside the pain that lingered in your body. For a moment your chest felt like it was stuck, a hot burn racing through your wrists, up to your shoulders, your neck, and suddenly your vision was blurred. You could barely even stand.

“___! Are you okay?” Natasha called, but it was unbeknownst to you. You couldn’t hear a thing through your earpiece, the blast probably destroying it.

“What happened?” Steve asked, panicked.

“I don’t know but I’ve lost sight of our guy, too.” Clint answered with a distressed tone. “I can’t see him anywhere.”

The sound of rockets reverberated in the air but Tony, even with the technology of his suit, could not locate you. It was as though you were hidden, your pulse and body temperature blocked out from his suit’s scanners. Wherever you were you’d have to be found by eyes, not systems.

“Everyone keep your eyes peeled. We have to find ___ before-”

“We know,” Steve interrupted him. “Peter where are you searching right now?”

“Everywhere I can.” Swinging from building to building, your partner, gravely worried of your well being, searched for you. But like Tony had said you were almost nowhere to be seen.

“Good,” Natasha sighed. “Because we’ve got more company.”

Team readied themselves for yet another wave of odd, dog-like bots.

However not one of those bots came your way. With what looked like layers upon layers of concrete above you, you pushed yourself up off the rubble that had collected beneath your body. For a moment your limbs faltered but you regained your footing, staring ahead through the holes in the walls of whatever building you were in. It had many different floors but you were on the first of what looked to be some sort of older fashioned church, shattered stained glass surrounding you and a statue of an angel cracked where your head had made contact with it. Nearly all of the long rows of benches were flipped or broken, save for a few that managed to remain untouched by your sudden crash.

“Hear me,” A voice grumbled in the back of your head. For a moment you were hazy again, one of your hands coming to hold the side of your skull as the voice grew louder. “You know not what you’ve seen.”

“What-” you sputtered. The villain was nowhere to be seen but you could hear him, his voice booming in your head. You frantically smashed at the ear piece connected to you despite being unsure if it was working still.  “Tony he’s in my head-” You were cut off by your own ears ringing and you dropped to your knees as everything went white. Like a surge running through your head you howled in pain, the palms of your hands unsure rather to press against your eyelids or against your pulsing ears.

As the ringing grew louder one of your hands settled on the floor to keep you from falling flat on the ground.

“Hear me,” The voice repeated. “Open your eyes.”

You did, and what you saw knocked the wind out of you.

Everything was so dim, like the sun had been covered. There was no sound save for a dull, constant, ring. You had to press the palms of your hands to your eyes, trying to make out the sight before you. For a moment you didn’t recognize the figures you were making out, but when the ringing dulled just enough for your vision to focus it felt like you’d taken a shot straight through your chest.

The first body you saw was the one sitting on a mostly broken up bench, hunched forward with red staining his white, red, and blue attire. You didn’t have time to even squeak Steve's name before you saw the next one, laying on it’s side, a suit of burnt armor with a growing pool of red sprouting from beneath its body. You scrambled to your feet and covered your mouth, feeling like you might pass out. When you turned a scream actually left your covered lips, two bodies laying face down on the steps of the church that led up to the chancel. The angel mockingly stared down at the two beings who you recognized as Clint and Natasha, Clint’s arrows sprawled recklessly between the two of them.

Suddenly there was a great disturbance of sound, the sound of breaking wood and concrete making you turn back around to face the front doors you’d blasted through. From the ceiling having broken through the roof a body smashed into the ground in the aisle, laying motionless between two rows of seats.

You dared to step towards it, stomach dropping when you noted the long blonde hair and tattered red cape.

“Thor.” Tears filled your eyes as you spun in your place, taking in all the red bodies surrounding you. Of course a few were missing, and one in particular had your knees shaking.

“Peter?” You whispered, frantically searching for any sign of him. You wanted to see him, to know he was okay, but at the same time the thought of him facing the same fate as your friends was enough to have you wiping at your eyes.

A cough behind you made you still completely. Ice ran through your veins.

“___.”

You turned, hesitant, and cried out when at the sight before you.

Laying where you had been when you stopped plowing through buildings was Peter. The suit Tony designed for him was in ruins, his mask was missing and his face littered with blood. He was still alive, chest rising and falling and his eyes staring right at you. In an instant you were beside him, lifting his head onto your lap and cringing at his pained whine. Every breath of his felt like that last.

“Peter what happened?” You managed through your cries. “What happened?”

“We couldn’t-” He coughed again. “He was-, he was so strong, we couldn’t-”

You ran a trembling hand through his hair. He wasn’t going to make it. “I’m so sorry.”

He didn’t respond, and as his eyes dulled and looked passed you, your heart felt crushed.

“Do you see it?” A voice, now leveled, spoke behind you. Your nerves flared. Gently setting Peter’s head down you stood, hands in tight fists. You could feel the power starting to surge through your veins. “Do you see what’s become of them? What will become of you?”

“Be quiet.” You hissed, turning to face the villain. His hood was down, boring his ugly face. Hate burned it’s way through your being. You wanted to kill him, rip him to pieces. You wanted to make him suffer.

“Accept your fate as a human.” The villain said, taking a step towards you. It only fueled the red-hot fury pooling in your soul. “Accept it. You shall die by my hand.”

“No.” Everything went white. “I won’t.”

The last thing you saw in your head was Peter, his body nearly mangled, before that surging energy released through you. It formed like a blast, pouring out of your every nerve. You could hear the villains scream of pain when it shocked through him, and his agony sounded like music to your ears. Rumbles from all around sounded, the walls inevitably cracking and tumbling. The floors above you began to fall with the destruction of the beams holding them up, but not a single piece of debris touched your skin even when it piled upon itself. You fell with everything else, knees scraping against the ground beneath you. You cried, and you wailed. Everything hurt but the image in your mind, knowing you were the only one left, far outweighed anything physical. You were all alone, and all your friends had suffered in death.

The ringing in your ears faded. All you could hear was occasional blocks of concrete rolling over or falling to the ground. Everything around you was ruins, from the church you had blown up to the streets surrounding it. You sat at the center of it all, face covered with your hands and tears streaming down at your cheeks.

They were all dead. Steve, Tony, Natasha, Clint, Thor, everyone. Dead. Peter was dead.

With all of your energy having been drained by the power of your blast you could do nothing but sit there and cry, and even that was tiring. All your strength was gone. You had nothing.

You had nothing.

Then came a tap on your shoulder.

You froze. Your sobs stopped for just a moment, hands shakily moving from your face so you could look up at whatever was now blocking the sun’s light. The sun was back. With the contrast of the light outlining his physique, you almost didn’t know it was him. That was, until he backed up a few inches and lifted his hands to his chest.

“It’s me,” He said, voice airy like he’d been out of breath. “It’s just me.”

You stared at him, unable to take it in. He stood atop a pile of rubble, rubble that was covering what should have been the bodies of the Avengers. But there was no more blood, no more sign of death. No more red cape destroyed to bits and more important no corpses.

There wasn’t enough in your to get up, to run to him, so instead you looked down and cried just like you had been. Everything was happening at once, but you didn’t fight the feeling of arms being wrapped protectively around your shoulders. You’d seen him die, you’d held him and then avenged his death by destroying the person at fault. Though you had no idea what was truly happening you leaned into the feeling of Peter crouching down beside you.

“I’ve got her,” He said, though you could barely made it out over the sound of yourself crying. “It’s fine Mr. Stark ___ knows it’s me- just-” He rubbed at your shoulders. “We’re by the church- or what was the church.” There was a reply you couldn’t hear before he started speaking again. You were phasing in and out of consciousness. “... Still alive ... Please hurry ...  going to pass out.”

The last thing you heard was your name being shouted when everything faded to black, your body finally giving into the exhaust. You were out before you even hit the ground.

-

Waking up that following day was an emotional blur. The first thing you’d done the moment your eyes sprung open was wrap your arms around Peter’s neck, nearly pulling him onto your bed as you weeped. You were dead, you sobbed. You were dead, everyone was dead.

It took five minutes for you to release him, fingers still holding tight to his sleeve in fear he’d disappear all over again should you let him go. It took another ten minutes before your blubbering died down to whines, then finally coherent words. Your voice was scratchy and your throat burned, body aching with all your muscles feeling torn every time you moved. Peter urged you to lay down back into bed but you were having none of it, even trying to tug him onto the mattress with you.

“Everythings okay,” He’d assured you. “Everyones fine- Mr. Stark, Captain, they’re all okay. They want you to be okay too, so just… So lay down.”

“I destroyed everything.” You said, holding a hand over your eyes. “I ruined the entire city.”

“N-not the whole city, just… A lot of it.” Peter replied, his voice getting quieter with every word. You groaned in frustration and forced yourself to sit up. “Woah wait, don’t get up.” His fingers touching at your arms in a soft way to urge you back down. You just shook him off and groaned again as you stood up beside him. You back ached but you ignored it, you needed to see the other members just to make sure.

“I’m not going far, relax.” You mumbled.

“That doesn’t really matter you still shouldn’t be moving especially since you-” He stopped himself and you glared at him.

Pushing past you stepped outside your room. “I’ll be fine.”

Despite your statement Peter followed close behind, and when you almost toppled over with the sudden pain in your side he was right there to keep you lifted. “Let’s turn around.”

“No,” you tried to pry himself off your side but he didn’t budge. “If you’re gonna’ help me then fine but I’m going out.”

“Fine, fine.” He settled against you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

It seemed like the tower was huge now, all the halls and stairways taking forever for you to make your way through. Pain continued to grow in your sides as you exercised your already spent muscles but you ignored the feeling, grunting when you reached the top of the final staircase. There was a wide table with chairs all among it, a few workers eyeing you nervously and then going back to their business when Peter gave them an assuring wave. The first two people you saw were Clint and Tony, Clint leaning back in a chair at the table while Tony was putting his attention towards a very complicated looking device. He stood and frantically tapped at all these buttons you could only hope to one day understand.

“There they are!” Clint said with a clap as you carefully took your seat at the table.

“You owe me ten, cap’.” Tony chimed, and you noticed Steve was hidden by two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who were talking to him about the events that took place. It was almost aweing how even though he was a huge person in size, you barely even noticed him there. At Tony’s words he rolled his eyes and looked passed the agents he was conversing with. Probably something to do with the battle.

“You two were betting on me?” you asked, having to lean forward to take some of the weight off your sides.

“No, no,” Steve started with a wave. “I mean they were-”

Clint leaned forward in his seat. “Thanks for throwing us under the bus, Captain.”

Peter grabbed the back of the chair beside you and pushed it closer, settling in beside you. “You okay?” He mumbled. You pushed at his shoulder.

“I’m fine, I don’t need you hovering over me.”

“Give ___ some space, kid,” Tony scoffed. 

“I can breathe on my own.” You added softly.

Peter stammered, immediately backing off of you. “I’m- I’m just trying to help-”

“It’s fine.” You said, then turned to Tony. “He’s been helping me a lot.”

“Yeah, he better be.” Clint taunted, hitting the table with his palms for exaggeration. “Or else he’ll have to answer to Captain.”

“Why am I the threat?” Steve asked, the agents dispersing from him. He crossed his arms and just like that he was back to being Larger than Life.

Tony laughed. “Because you’re, y’know,” he made wide movements with his hands. “Bigger.”

Steve looked down and bit his cheek, nodding slowly, mouthing the words ‘sure’.

Peter seemed torn for a moment, unsure if Clint was being lighthearted or not. He was so afraid of doing wrong by the Avengers, especially Tony. With the small silence that took over, your mind started to feel heavy again. Images started playing in the back of your head and though you were fine moments ago, suddenly it felt like you couldn’t breathe. Something about hearing them banter as if nothing was wrong made your chest hurt again. Then again, nothing was wrong evidently. It felt wrong.

You managed to heave yourself from your seat and stretch your sore arms, but unfortunately just like the first you’d gotten up you nearly toppled over. If not for Peter catching you in the last moment you would have taken him down with you.

“Woah, okay, just a suggestion but maybe you’re not ready to be up and moving yet.” Tony said.

You shook your head and tried to blink yourself back into focus. When it didn’t work you sighed in defeat and allowed Peter to hold your end of the weight. “Yeah well, exploding everything will do that to you.”

“You didn’t explode everything.” Steve stated, trying to stop you from any blame. “And if it weren’t for your… thing, then we wouldn’t be here right now. After the blast all those bots just keeled over.”

“Thanks but…” You looked down. “I still destroyed all those homes.”

“Don’t feel bad about it. Not like it’s the first time there’s been collateral damage.” Tony offered a strained smile and in turn Steve gave him a pointed glare.

“Anyways,” Steve mumbled. “Go get some rest, ___. Parker, you got it?”

“Uh, yeah! I helped while on the way here already so.” Peter received a nod of confirmation from Steve before lifting your arm over his shoulder, jumping just to help you settle against him like he had earlier. It was a good thing most of the doors were automatic because having to hold them open would suck, as if the long trek back to your room wasn’t bad enough.

When you reached the end of your hallway, feeling nearly dead already from the stair ways, you gently nudged yourself away from Peter. At first he thought you’d fallen or slipped, but when you pressed a hand flat on his chest he gave you your space.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, trying to duck to see your face incase you were in any pain.

“Nothing I just- I can make it myself from here.” You were still touching at his chest in a gentle attempt at keeping yourself from collapsing against him. Though the exhaust in your muscles was still evident, you suddenly found yourself wanting to be… alone. You could see them all again in your head, and yes you’d just been talking to everyone, but…

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Peter whispered. The care he took to keep his words gentle was enough to let you know he knew what was going on. After all, he’d been there for your initial panicking when you first woke up. You nodded and he thankfully didn’t press the issue.

“I’ll be okay.” you said softly, and you noticed that before he placed a kiss on the side of your  head he turned left then right. “They won’t yell at you for kissing me, you know.”

He puffed a laugh and shrugged. “You never know.” Peter gently unhooked your arm from around his neck and took a step back, but still kept his hands out incase you were to almost fall over again. When you didn’t he breathed a sigh of relief.

“I’m okay.” You held a hand out against the wall. “Thanks for getting me this far at least. Think you could come back in like an hour? I just need some alone time right now is all.”

“Yeah, no problem,��� He said, rubbing at the back of his neck like he was unsure if he actually should go or not. “Until then let me know if you need anything.” He stook another step back and watched you. “Anything, okay?”

You smiled. “Anything, I know.”

“Alright Parker, pack it up.” a voice sounded behind you two. Having just turned the corner onto the hallway you and Peter were on, Clint leaned against the wall. Peter stiffened next to you before nodding, waving to Clint before taking off. You watched him leave and then tried to stand upright, happy to find you could. You were already on the road to recovery.

“Why do you have to harass him?” you mumbled, rolling your shoulders. When you took a step forward you almost lost your balance but caught it.

“It’s just so easy.” He replied, coming to your side. Though he wasn’t saying anything you knew he was worried by the way he’d watch you move, eyes narrowing when you’d wince in pain every so often. “Hey.” He suddenly said, catching your attention. “Don’t feel bad about what happened.”

You forced a laugh and nodded half-heartedly.

“I’m serious,” He started. “Don’t beat yourself up for it. Yeah it sucks but you did help. Their houses can be rebuilt.”

“The memories can’t.” You said, trying to keep the bitterness at yourself at bay.

“That’s why they make new ones.” He retaliated, and you couldn’t argue. The ends of his fingers gently pressed against your shoulder, as he knew patting you could potentially knock you over. “How are you feeling?”

You shrugged. “Okay I guess. Everything hurts but I’ll get over it.”

“Yeah, you will,” Clint’s hand came to rest atop your head, ruffling your hair. “You’re a tough kid. Get some rest.”

He sped up, passing you by and making his way down the many corridors that snaked around the tower. You were grateful that he was trying to help but something was pulling at you: seeing him dead on the ground. Although it was relieving to see and know everyone was alive you couldn’t get the images out of your head. There had been so much blood, so much destruction. You destroyed so much around you and it was terrifying to think if Peter had come any earlier than he had… You might have killed him in the blast of your emotional outburst. This is why you had been trying to avoid using it.

As you hobbled into your room and practically let yourself tip over, boneless on your bed, you stared up at the ceiling. It felt like waking up from a nightmare that just never left you. The pain you’d felt in those moments… Rather your friends were dead or alive, in that moment, you felt it. All the hurt. You were so angry, you wanted that villain to suffer. You wanted everyone to suffer for your loss.

Your head started to feel like it was swimming. Tears pricked at your eyes and you suddenly realized maybe now wasn’t the best time to be alone, even if you did feel like you were a ticking time bomb at all hours of the day.

“Damn it.” You whispered to yourself, feeling like your bones were breaking as you forced yourself to sit up. “Friday?”

“Yes?” Her voice spoke into your room.

“Please, can you tell Peter to come back?”

“Of course.”

“Thank you.”

You fell back onto your bed and groaned in pain, rubbing at your eyes. Though you felt bad in making him leave only to call him back, you needed to see him. You needed to hold him and probably cry more. You needed to make sure you wouldn’t lose him again.

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